Soren smirked inwardly as he noticed Scarlet trying to suppress a gag.
	“What?” He looked over his mound of packaged food at her with a look of overly animated shock. “Doesn’t [i]everyone[/i] like cheese and ketchup on their BP&R sandwiches?” His lips pursed in contemplation. “I suppose horseradish [i]is[/i] better.”
	Nikolai turned from the fridge with a pack of strawberries and a can of whipped cream. [i]There’s no mold,[/i] he thought to Soren, interest in his mental voice as he examined the container.
	“How depressing.” Soren dumped his arm-full of foodstuffs onto the center island. A couple cans of soup rolled to the floor.
 	Nikolai raised an eyebrow. [i]A bit excessive, don’t you think?[/i]
	“When do [i]you[/i] expect to run into another kitchen?” He grabbed a bag of cookies and tore it open as Scarlet gave her warning.
	Nikolai turned his suspicious gaze to the sink.
	The desire to go near it was rather overwhelming for Soren. “Think it’s a sinklapod? I had a sinklapod once. Cutest little thing. Until it decided to eat the house, then went on a jealous rampage murdering all the sinks in the neighborhood, even if they weren’t sinklapods. Man, I miss him.” He gave a mournful sigh. He munched on two cookies at once, then turned to Scarlet, the sink apparently forgotten. “Cookie?” He held the package out toward her and shook it.