In the kitchen she removed two mugs from the holder and reached for the coffee pot.
I'll be in the kitchen... when you get decent.
After dressing and freshening up, she found him in the kitchen wolfing down a sandwich.
Exhaustion eventually ended the game and everyone but Dulce gathered in the kitchen for an ice cream snack.
The kitchen was open all the time, but Alex didn't drink - or never had to her knowledge.
On the other side of the kitchen, with an arched door leading back to the living room, was a room that could only be described as the staircase room.
She had some money tucked away in a cookie jar in the kitchen and she intended to pay him something, whether he liked it or not.
When the kitchen door opened suddenly, they jerked apart and turned guilty faces to Sarah, whose expression made it clear she had seen and comprehended their actions.
She said nothing, but when they entered the kitchen to find Len sitting at the table, his expression was wary.
She dressed and arrived in the kitchen to find everyone already at the table eating.
When he came into the kitchen, his gaze settled on her.
Yancey was lounging against the kitchen door jam, his expression uncertain.
The voices of her roommates drifted from the kitchen where they were preparing supper.
Rachel glanced up as Adrienne entered the kitchen, and smiled warmly.
Adrienne swung around to find Brandon leaning against the kitchen door jam.
At the kitchen door she nearly ran into a dark form.
It's warm in the kitchen, and breakfast is ready.
She caught him alone in the hallway after supper, while Julia and Rachel were in the kitchen doing dishes.
She stared at the kitchen doorway, waiting breathlessly for the person to appear.
She lifted the chair and ignored his offer to carry it to the kitchen for her.
He was lounging against the kitchen doorway, staring down into his coffee cup.
She mused through the kitchen cabinets, her attention settling on the can of cocoa.
When Cade came into the kitchen she placed a cup of hot chocolate and a saucer of cinnamon toast before him.
Wind and rain slashed at her as she reached the kitchen doorway and she hurried into the house.
In the old days there was a hand pump in the kitchen and no hot water you didn't boil yourself.
The small kitchen showed signs of its past life, before the addition of a modern sink and electric stove.
Inside of the great kitchen, beside the fire, the men were shouting and laughing; for the blacksmith had finished his song, and it was very pleasing.
The singing in the kitchen was ended, the fire had burned low, and each man had gone to his place.
It was for this reason that I left my fellows in the abbey kitchen and came here to be alone.
I had carried some charcoal to the queen's kitchen and was just starting home.
I thought of the big fire in the queen's kitchen, and knew that the cook would never allow a half-drowned child to be carried into that fine place.
If you are a seer, whenever you meet a man you will see all that he owns, ay, and much that he pretends to disown, behind him, even to his kitchen furniture and all the trumpery which he saves and will not burn, and he will appear to be harnessed to it and making what headway he can.
All the attractions of a house were concentrated in one room; it was kitchen, chamber, parlor, and keeping-room; and whatever satisfaction parent or child, master or servant, derive from living in a house, I enjoyed it all.
Every one has heard the story which has gone the rounds of New England, of a strong and beautiful bug which came out of the dry leaf of an old table of apple-tree wood, which had stood in a farmer's kitchen for sixty years, first in Connecticut, and afterward in Massachusetts--from an egg deposited in the living tree many years earlier still, as appeared by counting the annual layers beyond it; which was heard gnawing out for several weeks, hatched perchance by the heat of an urn.
I was an involuntary spectator and auditor of whatever was done and said in the kitchen of the adjacent village-inn--a wholly new and rare experience to me.
As a clever maitre d'hotel serves up as a specially choice delicacy a piece of meat that no one who had seen it in the kitchen would have cared to eat, so Anna Pavlovna served up to her guests, first the vicomte and then the abbe, as peculiarly choice morsels.
When he had ridden about two miles and had passed the last of the Russian troops, he saw, near a kitchen garden with a ditch round it, two men on horseback facing the ditch.
Pierre wished to go away and conceal himself, but at that moment he saw Makar Alexeevich appearing at the open kitchen door with the pistol in his hand.
The soldiers went out again, and the orderly, who had meanwhile had time to visit the kitchen, came up to his officer.
"Captain, there is soup and a leg of mutton in the kitchen," said he.
He also brought a bottle of kvass, taken from the kitchen for them to try.