He also brought a bottle of kvass, taken from the kitchen for them to try.
I'll be in the kitchen... when you get decent.
He walked across the kitchen and paused at the door.
It's warm in the kitchen, and breakfast is ready.
After dressing and freshening up, she found him in the kitchen wolfing down a sandwich.
At the kitchen door she nearly ran into a dark form.
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 he came into the kitchen, his gaze settled on her.
In the kitchen she removed two mugs from the holder and reached for the coffee pot.
Wind and rain slashed at her as she reached the kitchen doorway and she hurried into the house.
I had carried some charcoal to the queen's kitchen and was just starting home.
She stared at the kitchen doorway, waiting breathlessly for the person to appear.
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.
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.
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.
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.
She caught him alone in the hallway after supper, while Julia and Rachel were in the kitchen doing dishes.
The voices of her roommates drifted from the kitchen where they were preparing supper.
She lifted the chair and ignored his offer to carry it to the kitchen for her.
The singing in the kitchen was ended, the fire had burned low, and each man had gone to his place.
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.
"Captain, there is soup and a leg of mutton in the kitchen," said he.
She stopped in the kitchen when she spotted the skillet of scrambled eggs and a pan of biscuits beside it.
When Cade came into the kitchen she placed a cup of hot chocolate and a saucer of cinnamon toast before him.
Rachel glanced up as Adrienne entered the kitchen, and smiled warmly.
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.
The dining room was directly off the kitchen, which was also lavish.
The kitchen was open all the time, but Alex didn't drink - or never had to her knowledge.
Adrienne swung around to find Brandon leaning against the kitchen door jam.
First she opened the double doors in the kitchen and found the spacious dining room.
The small kitchen showed signs of its past life, before the addition of a modern sink and electric stove.
Exhaustion eventually ended the game and everyone but Dulce gathered in the kitchen for an ice cream snack.
She dressed and arrived in the kitchen to find everyone already at the table eating.
Claudette spoke sarcastically from the kitchen doorway.
It was for this reason that I left my fellows in the abbey kitchen and came here to be alone.
The soldiers went out again, and the orderly, who had meanwhile had time to visit the kitchen, came up to his officer.
As she left the kitchen, his voice followed her.
Yancey was lounging against the kitchen door jam, his expression uncertain.
He was lounging against the kitchen doorway, staring down into his coffee cup.
In the old days there was a hand pump in the kitchen and no hot water you didn't boil yourself.
If he was going to start throwing things, she had no intention of staying there in the kitchen alone with him.
She mused through the kitchen cabinets, her attention settling on the can of cocoa.
Mary entered the kitchen and frowned.
His boots sloshed as he tiptoed across the kitchen floor.
He returned to the kitchen after a few minutes in dry clothes, his hair freshly combed.
She said nothing, but when they entered the kitchen to find Len sitting at the table, his expression was wary.
By the time Cade arrived in the kitchen she had biscuits, gravy, bacon and eggs ready.
Yancey was in the kitchen, getting a cold drink from the refrigerator.
She glanced around the kitchen, knowing she should familiarize herself before breakfast, but feeling uncomfortable about exploring so soon after her arrival.
She turned and rested her hands on the back of one of the kitchen chairs.
She stopped, suddenly aware that Cade was propped against the kitchen door jam, nursing a cup of coffee.
She quietly crossed to the kitchen and put some water on the stove for coffee.
She had barely finished putting the things away when Mary knocked on the kitchen door.
She jerked the kitchen door open, not realizing he was close until she heard his voice behind her.
When he returned to the kitchen, she was still staring absently into the refrigerator.
Giddon was leaning against the kitchen sink, frowning into a cup of coffee when she entered.
Scruffy was meowing at the kitchen door.
She came into the kitchen with her purse on one arm and joined the others.
The earth in the kitchen garden looked wet and black and glistened like poppy seed and at a short distance merged into the dull, moist veil of mist.
No one was in the kitchen, but a note from Sarah explained that she and Tammy had gone to town shopping again.
Yet, when the smell of bacon lured him to the kitchen, she found herself wishing he would address the subject.
The kitchen is overseen by a professional chef, but the food is prepared and served by students.
Katie was peeling potatoes at the kitchen sink and Carmen was holding Destiny, watching her.
Destiny was a little lady, waiting until he came into the kitchen before plowing into him.
The letter from the auto insurance company lay abandoned on the kitchen cabinet.
Tammy and Sarah were in the kitchen when she returned, and Tammy was standing in a chair ripping the cover off some chocolate chip cookies.
Carrying a chair from the kitchen, she stretched to dust the top shelf of one of the bookcases beside the fireplace.
The screen door squeaked and the kitchen floor complained as someone crossed it.
But when she came into the kitchen he was nowhere in sight.
As she re-entered the kitchen, he watched her cross to the table.
Together they went to the kitchen and began putting the food in serving bowls.
Through the kitchen window, she saw Brandon ride up and dismount.
Opening her door quietly she carried her shoes to the kitchen before putting them on.
That was when she noticed Claudette standing in the kitchen doorway.
She paused in the kitchen doorway, envisioning the family room redecorated.
Cade came through the kitchen door and pitched his hat on the peg.
He hated cats, but he carried the kitten all the way to the kitchen and back simply to show her one.
The kitchen of this alternative dining experience uses only stainless steel equipment, and all fried foods are cooked in canola oil.
This is even more of a challenge when you're traveling and have less access to a normal kitchen and refrigerator.
The main dining area is a bi-level dining room, with an open kitchen in the center.
The restaurant's beachy atmosphere is amplified by the aroma of freshly made seafood emanating from the kitchen.
The restaurant has booths and tables, and the kitchen is open to viewing.
The kitchen serves up pizza nightly, while an upstairs bar and lounge is perfect for socializing or playing billiards.
The eatery features a number of house specialties that showcase the talents of the kitchen staff.
Dinner is served from an open kitchen where you can watch your meal preparation.
Each of the hotel's professionally decorated rooms or suites has hardwood floors, a full bath and kitchen or kitchenette, antiques, and all the latest technology.
Management will stock your kitchen with breakfast goodies on the house.
If you're not into making your own food, you can always have the kitchen staff cook it for you: they would be more than happy to.
This restaurant has an extended happy hour and a top chef in the kitchen.
The kitchen is always open, the coffee is always fresh, the service is always friendly, and the food is always good country cooking.
Menu items include personalized meals with available kitchen ingredients, eggplant rollatini, calamari, baked clams, shrimp scampi and sesame seed tuna with ginger vinaigrette.
The restaurant's space is defined by hardwood and stone floors, vaulted tile ceilings and an open kitchen.
While the exterior of the building remains the same the entire dining room and kitchen have been renovated.
The kitchen will be prepared and stocked for you upon your arrival, making the experience as simple as it is fun.
The restaurant's authentic churrascaria ambiance complements the cherrywood décor as well as the personality and image of the master chef, specialized kitchen and meat carvers.
The restaurant describes itself as a kitchen, bakery, juice bar and tortilla factory.
Hotel suites include kitchen area with refrigerator, sink and microwave oven.
"I'll get us some coffee," she said, heading for the kitchen.
"Mostly," Felipa said as she turned toward the kitchen.
Alex was removing supper from the oven when she walked into the kitchen.
She sighed and wandered absently into the kitchen.
At the house, Giddon helped her down and assisted her into the kitchen.
She was still smiling when she walked back into the kitchen.
Yancey was alone in the kitchen.
He opened the door for her and they entered, quietly slipping into the kitchen.
She walked slowly back to the kitchen.
Jumping from the bed, she dressed quickly and went to the kitchen.
Yancey was the first one to the kitchen.
Slipping into a pair of tennis shoes, she headed for the kitchen.
Adrienne shook her head and turned to the kitchen.
They trekked back down the hallway to the family room and then into a spacious kitchen.
She leaped from the couch and darted into the kitchen.
He followed her to the kitchen.
She sighed and wandered through the spotless kitchen.
He turned and disappeared into the kitchen.
She carefully laid out the food in an attractive manner and retired to the kitchen.
He frowned and stepped into the kitchen.
Cynthia was peeling potatoes when Claudette wandered into the kitchen.
The very next day she was straining over the counter to reach behind the stove when Cade came into the kitchen.
Giving him a few minutes to traverse the drive, she got up and went into the kitchen.
With that, he exited the kitchen.
She swung around and left the kitchen.
She wiped a table and turned to take the dishes to the kitchen.
Remember when Claudette interrupted us in the kitchen?
"I hope you don't mind mice," Quinn said with a smile as he showed us a small room behind the kitchen.
When the meal was over, I sought him out in the main room while the other crowded around the kitchen cleaning up.
Betsy was in the kitchen, baking scones for a mid-morning snack, while the rest of us were lounging around the main room vetoing each other's suggestions.
The phone was in the kitchen and we gave Howie privacy.
Quinn peeked over the edge of his magazine as Martha brought a pen and pad from the kitchen.
Martha knocked over her chair as she rushed to the kitchen.
Howie was seated at the table while Quinn and Martha performed kitchen duty with eggs and bacon.
We descended the basement stairs leaving Quinn alone in the kitchen.
He rose and went to the kitchen.
There was little sound from the kitchen as well.
Perhaps, Daniel Brennan could get out of the kitchen but the five of us would be left sitting on the stove.
There were three bedrooms and an open concept kitchen dining area with a cathedral ceiling.
I couldn't sleep and went down to the kitchen for a drink.
She was no stranger around the kitchen.
"I don't even like the stuff," she said as she moved to the kitchen.
She turned toward the kitchen before I could answer.
Unnoticed, Betsy stood in the kitchen doorway, a sandwich in her hand, munching away.
She helped Betsy in the kitchen and hovered around Bumpus like a hen with chicks.
Betsy was busy on her computer when I entered our kitchen the following morning.
I made my way back to the kitchen and turned on the gas stove burner for enough light to rummage through drawers until I located a box of wooden matches.
I fished around in the kitchen for matches.
The oven dinged and Betsy moved to the kitchen.
I moved to the kitchen doorway while she removed the muffins.
She glanced at antique school house clock on the kitchen wall, a recent purchase.
After my tour was over, my diligence was truly rewarded in the kitchen of all places!
I picked up the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen before sinking into my easy chair in the living room.
After I hung up the phone, I plodded to the kitchen where I found a half bottle of Canadian Club.
Why she sits there in the near darkness of the kitchen, I'm not sure.
The two spoke for only a few minutes, in the privacy of the kitchen.
She reached the exit at the end of the hall and now faced a shorter hallway leading into what may have been a kitchen at one time.
Her alarm growing, she crossed her arms and climbed the stairs to the kitchen area.
The man who spoke snatched her arms from behind and shoved her into the kitchen.
He snatched her and half carried, half dragged her through the kitchen's opposite door.
Black furniture, white carpets, black granite countertops in the kitchen, white walls and cabinets.
She followed him with her eyes as he retreated towards the kitchen.
He returned from the kitchen with tray holding a glass of orange juice, a plate with what looked like homemade granola bars, and a small bowl of sliced apples.
A plate of half-finished food sat on the coffee table, and the kitchen was a disaster.
"Dusty, I made breakfast," she called as he passed the kitchen.
He altered his path for the kitchen.
Dusty followed his instincts to the kitchen and stopped in the doorway.
A slight man with white hair, velvety green eyes, and a fatherly smile stood in the middle of the kitchen.
Bianca jumped at the voice and peered out of the kitchen at the man named Darian.
He picked up Sunny and crossed to the kitchen to stack the plate high with cookies.
He took her arm and led her to the couch, retreating to the kitchen for more cookies, water, and a bottle of painkillers.
He obeyed, and she went to the kitchen.
Frustrated, he stalked to the kitchen and opened the oven, sensing her enter.
He withdrew, not looking at the shocked man standing in the kitchen doorway.
He leaned away from her, against the counter on the opposite side of the kitchen.
Do they have a kitchen around here?
She walked from the kitchen down a long hall to the foyer.
Conflicted, she returned to the kitchen to find Jonny seated on a stool near a counter.
He was glaring at Darian, who sat across the kitchen on another stool.
Jonny looked towards the door to the kitchen suddenly, and his gaze darkened.
With a noisy sigh, he slinked out the back door of the kitchen towards the barracks.
He wiped his face and walked into the kitchen, starving.
He ate alone in the condo's kitchen, not surprised to see Bianca asleep when he finally returned to bed.
He left, and she gazed at the plates full of cookies around the kitchen.
"Enjoy," Sean said, reappearing from the kitchen doors behind her to place a bowl of warm toffee pudding on the table.
As she crept up the stairs of the wine cellar to the kitchen, she couldn't help feeling troubled at leaving the man in the basement.
His eyes glowed eerily in the dark kitchen.
Elated he was somewhat alive, she bolted to the kitchen for soup.
He looked down, and she bounded to the kitchen, surprised to find her breathing ragged after such a simple kiss.
Soup was out of the question; it might as well have been a million miles away in the kitchen.
Darian emerged from the kitchen, trailed by a small, shapely woman with dark, curly hair tied in a ponytail.
She was in the kitchen with Bianca and looked up with a smile when he entered.
She smiled faintly and lifted her chin towards the kitchen door.
"Play well together, or it's back to the kitchen with you, Charles," Damian warned.
He left to the kitchen, and her smile faded.
He tugged her hand, and she followed him out of the library and through the sprawling house and a large kitchen to the back door.
It made no sense, but neither did the sudden craving for peanut butter that dragged her to the kitchen, where yet another man she wanted to avoid was lounging.
Sofia dropped her backpack onto the kitchen counter, taking in the damage.
She stared at him and edged around the kitchen island.
Silence, and he opened his eyes to find himself kneeling on the NOVA Sector's kitchen floor.
Damian met his gaze, and they sat in the kitchen, bloodied and breathing hard as they recovered.
Laney asked, returning to the kitchen.
She took a shower and padded through the quiet mansion to the kitchen.
I don't like being hungry and not being able to go to the kitchen.
If you're hungry, visit the kitchen.
The kitchen is always open.
She waited until they stopped and the full light of day streamed into her room before heading to the kitchen.
She'd seen Claire in the kitchen and hallway, eating Pop-Tarts, eating chocolate, eating broccoli.
He moved mechanically out of the single large kitchen in the underground lair.
Traci crossed to the kitchen door just as Ving hung up the phone.
Traci disappeared around the corner to the kitchen.
Linda says you make a killer grilled chicken, Traci called from the kitchen.
She felt Ving's gaze on her as she crossed the living room and disappeared into the kitchen.
There was no backdoor in the kitchen, but Traci had wedged the window over the sink open.
I won't tell you how fascinating I find kitchen appliances.
"I tried not to love her," Cynthia said sadly as she plopped down in a kitchen chair.
Cynthia excused herself and retreated to the kitchen, leaving well-meaning Brandon Westlake with a what-did-I-say-wrong look on his sun beaten face.
Cynthia came to the rescue, taking the young girl's arm, and led her to the kitchen.
"I think that's sweet," Cynthia offered as she returned from the kitchen, with Maria trailing behind her.
Cynthia led Martha to the kitchen.
"I only slurp it back here in the kitchen," she said, setting down the bowl and reaching for her spoon.
but before Cynthia could finish, the Dawkins brothers and their wives clamored into the kitchen, each looking as surly as ever.
Dean left the group for the kitchen and found Paulette Dawkins had beaten him there.
He tactfully withdrew to the kitchen to give her privacy, expecting a summary of the conversation when she finished, but none was forthcoming.
He set down his glass, and taking Cynthia's hand, retreated from the parlor to the kitchen, without even bothering to make an excuse.
Cynthia and Fred emerged from the kitchen at the sound of his voice.
The others, when not lingering over coffee, were peeking in the kitchen for more pastries.
Fred was in the kitchen peeling an orange.
He glanced in the kitchen and asked Dean if he'd seen Ginger.
Dean wandered back to the kitchen, where his wife was fixing supper.
The old man excused himself and followed Dean to the kitchen.
"Then someone took a shot at us," Cynthia said as she set out the plates on the kitchen table.
He was shaking his head no when she said, There's one just like it in the kitchen.
Court starts at nine o'clock, Dean said as he piled silverware on the kitchen counter.
Paulette Dawkins, whom Dean thought was dining with her clan, bounded into the kitchen to report a mouse sighting in her room.
Fred began pacing the kitchen.
A diet book was conspicuously in place on the kitchen counter.
After Maria left to return to her duties, the pair lingered at the kitchen table.
He decided on kitchen sink soup—four night's leftovers stewed with a couple of cloves of garlic for a kicker.
The call caused Cynthia to tremble with nervous frustration to the point of dropping a favorite sugar bowl, snowing the kitchen floor in white.
Dean lied that he'd miss them and strolled into the kitchen where Cynthia and Maria were enjoying a second breakfast.
It was some sort of sugared tortilla that fogged the kitchen in a delicious, sweet aroma.
Martha responded affirmatively just as Cynthia called to her from the kitchen.
"I thought about the dead guy a lot while I was gone," Martha said as soon as they reached the kitchen.
The two women were talking in the kitchen when Dean returned from an errand.
Dean asked as he joined his wife in the kitchen.
Deidre stepped back as Cora moved into the kitchen.
The death-dealer gave her another long look before she pointed to the stainless steel box at the end of the kitchen.
Her eyes went to the strange red chili lights dangling around the edge of the kitchen.
Cora waved from the kitchen.
Darkyn motioned to the wall across the kitchen.
After a shower, she dressed and headed for the kitchen to cook breakfast.
By the time Alex walked into the kitchen, she was retrieving a pan of biscuits from the oven.
Jonathan walked into the kitchen fully dressed and looking refreshed.
Much later she was back in the kitchen, preparing the roast while he slept.
The front door swung open behind her and his boots clicked across the hardwood floor, stopping at the kitchen doorway.
He was standing at the edge of the kitchen, a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and concern etched in that delicious chocolate gaze.
As Carmen turned back to the kitchen, Jonathan looked up at her, his eyes large with fear.
She showered and headed for the kitchen to start lunch.
I left some food in the kitchen.
A few hours later Alex and Jonathan were out doing chores and Carmen was in the kitchen fixing supper.
Brushing her hair until it shined, she put her clothes on over the new underwear and headed for the kitchen to start supper.
Sometimes when she was working in the kitchen, she would catch him watching her in that strange way and worry that there would be another such night, but it didn't happen.
The kitchen had been completely remodeled and there was a ceiling fan in every room.
As she entered the kitchen, it was obvious he had made coffee and eaten a bowl of dry cereal.
Sneaking into their bedroom, she grabbed some clothes and then dressed in the kitchen.
He walked into the kitchen and stood a moment watching Carmen.
Deidre piled everything on the kitchen counters and pulled out the candle.
I want those in my kitchen.
Engrossed in discussion, the two men didn't notice her cross the kitchen to the entrance.
Gabriel pushed her aside, into the kitchen, swinging out the sword with ease at odds with his large form.
The footsteps of those entering the kitchen were solid against the stone floor.
The woman in brown glared at him but stalked towards the kitchen.
She emerged from the kitchen with a tray laden with coffee and its accoutrements, a slice of pie and water.
Her step slowed as she neared a booth with an assortment of kitchen décor.
She spent a grueling hour putting up the string of red lights in the kitchen and stepped back to admire her work.
At the unfamiliar voice, she faced the two men standing outside her kitchen.
Overly aware of his presence, Deidre stepped outside the kitchen to the breakfast counter and poured two glasses of wine.
Deidre returned to the kitchen and placed her wineglass in the sink.
"If there was a way, and I knew it, would you listen to me?" he asked as he approached the kitchen.
He didn't deny it as he moved around the kitchen.
Andre waved a wary Gabriel away from the kitchen.
"Hello, darling," Wynn said as he entered the kitchen.
Wynn released her shoulders and returned to his side of the kitchen.
Her gaze went to the kitchen, and she smiled as she recalled Gabriel putting up her latest find.
There were pictures on her mantle of the two of them together when he was younger, toys piled into a box near her couch, a school lunch menu and more pictures -- these apparently from past Halloweens --on the bulletin board on one wall of the kitchen.
Head pulsing, she retreated to the kitchen and painkillers, staring at a picture drawn by a kid, probably Toby, on the table before her.
She slumped in a chair at the kitchen table, eyes blurring as she struggled to make out the forms.
She went to the kitchen and made him a cup in silence, glancing at him a few times as he propped his head up with both his hands.
Toby started into the living room, spilled the cocoa, and then retreated to the kitchen.
She tiptoed to the kitchen and peeked in.
The death dealer took up much of the small space, his trench still on despite sitting at the kitchen table.
She hid in the kitchen, cold inside once again.
You, out! she belted at the death dealer, who leaned his hip against the counter and managed to fill up the entrance to the kitchen.
She grabbed a second bottle and went to the kitchen for water, dumping out two of each into one hand.
The death dealer went obediently to the kitchen.
It was dark, the spinning world lit by the kitchen and hallway light.
Wait in the kitchen.
I was just preparing one for myself in the kitchen.
The spacious kitchen reminded her of Ully.s lab with its landscape of stainless steel.
A tea kettle was already whistling when they entered, and the maid rushed across the kitchen to grab it.
She inched away, her back now to the kitchen door.
Jared turned to see the woman on the other side of the kitchen, and Katie bolted.
The maid lunged at her again, and she darted for the kitchen, followed by Jared.s blood monkey, who was wailing with frustration.
Katie whipped around the breakfast bar, eyes roving the kitchen for the knife block or something with which to defend herself.
A breakfast buffet lined one end of the cafeteria, with brown-robed women moving in between the food and the kitchen.
The scent of bacon reached her from the kitchen.
When she walked into the kitchen, Evelyn was gazing with adoration up at the huge man, leaning against him in a purely anti-feministic way.
An odd scratching sound came from the kitchen, like Evelyn's cat scratching at the door after it returned from its morning prowl.
Frowning, she went to the kitchen, worried Evelyn's cat found its way home from its adoptive parents up the street.
She walked into the kitchen and stopped.
The kitchen table, like much of the rest of the house's furniture, had been disassembled in anticipation of moving before Evelyn's wedding.
She tugged the top of the kitchen table to block the doorway, hoping it would keep the creature in the kitchen.
She found no more and returned to the kitchen.
The tarantula cat was sucking up dirt and dust from the kitchen corners.
Just take me and the damn tarantula in the kitchen home!
Evelyn moved after a long, considering look, leaving the studio for the kitchen.
This floor, bisected by a hall and stairs, contained a living room or parlor on the right, or southern side, and a dining room and kitchen on the left, with the Deans' private quarters, a sitting room-office combination and bedroom, located in the rear.
"Why are you busting my chops today?" he asked as Fred rose and wandered back to the kitchen for more food.
Cynthia called the men into the kitchen for sandwiches.
While Cynthia was off with Fred sorting his treasure box, Dean remained in the kitchen washing up the dishes.
"That's the silliest thing I've ever heard!" he answered, as he left for the kitchen.
Dean penned a note to her aunt and Martha went inside to leave it, as Dean directed, in plain sight on the kitchen table.
The smell of pancakes still hung in the air of the cozy kitchen.
"I'll take my chocolate with whipped cream," Dean said but his wife made no move toward the kitchen.
When the crowd began to break up in earnest, she took her husband's arm and led him to their kitchen where a chicken pot pie was still bubbling on the table.
Just as batch number three of muffins was ready, Effie stuck her head in the kitchen, looking over her shoulder, even more nervously than usual.
It was after ten by the time the kitchen chores were finished and the place cleaned up, sort of.
They were alone in the kitchen of Bird Song.
By the time he'd brewed them both a cup of Earl Grey tea and rejoined Cynthia at the kitchen table, she had finished yet another paragraph.
Amid a banging door and stomping feet, Gladys Turnbull entered the kitchen.
Cynthia directed her to the kitchen just as Edith called to them from the top of the stairs.
"It sounds as if you're in luck again," Cynthia said as she pulled her step stool across the kitchen floor so she could reach the shelf and retrieve the breakfast dishes.
They hadn't, but as long as he was awake and unable to sleep, he went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of milk.
He joined Dean at the kitchen table although Cynthia would have preferred having her private domain to herself.
Cynthia gave a not-too-well disguised harrumph and left the kitchen for the dining room with a plate full of breakfast.
Dean started a fire for the returning guests but then joined his wife and stepfather in the kitchen.
Donald Ryland tipped his wool cap to her as he entered, still dripping snow on the kitchen floor.
Fred wandered into the kitchen as Dean was reading the label of a Campbell's soup can in hopes of creating an exotic sauce for his broiling fish.
As he was finishing his conversation, a loud sound came from the kitchen, followed by a sharp cry in a man's voice, and then laughter.
When Dean rushed to the kitchen, he found Cynthia, her hands to her face, in tears, grease covering the floor.
The next fifteen minutes were an embarrassed blur as Dean tried to stem his bleeding face at the kitchen table.
In spite of Cynthia's admonition he returned to the kitchen and cleaned the bacon grease from the floor, using half a roll of paper towels in completing the task.
She could hardly keep from sticking a butcher knife in his belly the other night in the kitchen!
He heard Gladys' muffled alarm at least twice, and someone rummaging around the kitchen, all well before the light gave a hint of welcoming Sunday.
The ever-present list and pencil were poised on the kitchen counter, as if ready for action.
Most of Bird Song's other guests remained, as requested, in their own rooms but Ryland hung around the kitchen, sharing a snack of take-out pizza with Donnie while Edith sat nearby, wringing her hands and looking petrified.
Just before five o'clock he went to the kitchen to begin preparing spaghetti for Fred and himself, and Martha, whom they had invited to again stay for supper.
Fred O'Connor strolled into the kitchen a few moments later, all smiles, carrying his ever-present notebook.
Fred began setting the small kitchen table.
He cleaned the kitchen, dusted the entire downstairs and, as the weather remained mild, even washed the first floor windows, hoping when and if Cynthia saw them it would not be in the sun.
Fred commented as he poked about the kitchen.
"Martha will take your mind off everything that's happened the past few days," Cynthia called over her shoulder as she strolled toward the kitchen.
Dean wandered to the kitchen for pie and coffee for the guests while the others chattered in the parlor.
"This junk is Shipton's, too," he said, as he dumped the lot on the hall floor and continued on to the kitchen.
Weller poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table.
Later that evening, Fred came down to the kitchen as Martha was finishing drying the dishes.
He found Sarah in the kitchen.
He returned a few hours later, made a drink, and went to the kitchen where Sarah had started making breakfast for Connor.
When the girl woke, Jackson went to the kitchen.
Sarah was in the kitchen when Jackson returned home.
He had requested a table in a corner of the room, away from wait staff traffic to and from the kitchen.
Connor came down to the kitchen looking for Sarah.
Once dressed, he returned to the kitchen.
Connor had gone into the kitchen for a snack and came running, "What's the matter?"
Sarah smacked him and headed to the kitchen to plan her menu.
He went into the kitchen where he knew he would find the culprit.
Honey, let's go in the kitchen for a few minutes and not bowl the poor woman over before she gets in the door.
Well, I've got to get to the kitchen, eat up.
He found her in the kitchen loading clean glasses on trays.
He heard the door close, then Elisabeth in the kitchen, making breakfast.
Confessing there in her kitchen was not an option, but he needed to have this behind them, so decided he would tell her as soon as possible.
Sarah was in the kitchen.
The foursome headed to the kitchen and sat around the table.
Jackson found Sarah in the kitchen making breakfast.
Sarah skated into the kitchen, kissing them both, "Hi, look at you busy beavers."
Sarah and Connor rushed to the kitchen.
Elisabeth stared straight ahead, then picked up her cell phone and walked out of the kitchen.
Jackson found the other three in the kitchen.
In the morning, they found an envelope on the counter in the kitchen.
They climbed the stairs to the kitchen together.
Sarah had asked Elisabeth to help with pies, so they spent the better part of the day in the kitchen.
If you will excuse me, I'm needed in the kitchen.
Elisabeth strolled in from the kitchen, seemingly oblivious to situation.
Jackson heard someone on the stairs at 6:30 and found Sarah in the kitchen starting coffee.
I think I'll take it in the kitchen.
Elisabeth yelled from the kitchen, "Sit down, shut up and keep your hands to yourself."
He trudged back into the kitchen.
You need to go back to the kitchen with Skippy until I come and get you.
In the kitchen Elisabeth teased, "Seems you have an admirer out there."
While helping Sarah prepare mimosas in the kitchen, she said, "I'm afraid Jackson may have messed with Deborah's head."
She blew him a kiss and glided back to the kitchen with her tray.
Sarah hurried to kitchen and returned with a bowl.
When they entered the kitchen, Sarah ran to Elisabeth and drew her into a bear hug.
Connor led Sarah out of the kitchen.
He stood and took the glass to the kitchen.
A quick glance around the kitchen revealed sparkling clean countertops.
Striding back to the kitchen, he deliberately removed the caduceus magnet and centered the picture on the refrigerator door – eye level.
He strolled into the kitchen and glanced around.
Katie was alone in the kitchen when Carmen entered.
"Careful there," a deep voice commanded Her concentration during the balancing act had been so focused that she hadn't seen Alex enter the kitchen.
There was work to do in the barn and Katie could use some quality time with her brother, so Carmen left them in the kitchen, doing dishes.
She turned toward the kitchen.
I'll meet you guys in the kitchen.
Josh released her and turned on Alex, who waited tensely in the kitchen doorway; hopelessly outmatched, but obviously determined.
She stood, avoiding his eyes, and headed for the kitchen.
"Not likely," he said She shrugged and turned toward the kitchen again.
In the kitchen after Josh left, and here now, when she had willingly danced with him.
He must have heard their conversation in the kitchen.
She took one look at Carmen and headed for the kitchen.
Katie came from the kitchen, balancing a full cup of steaming coffee.
The kitchen clock ticked off thirty seconds before she put down her fork and pushed away from the table.
I came out here to apologize for airing my dirty laundry on your kitchen table.
In the kitchen when you and Alex...
She peeked into a sparkling kitchen with a dishwasher and range - and an overhead oven.
She quelled her sense of panic, instead moving as far from them as possible to the kitchen and hoping they didn't notice her.
She backed away until the corner of the kitchen counters trapped her.
She went to the kitchen to get a meal bar, nibbling on it as he settled near the trunks containing his gear.
She searched everything again then went to the kitchen, opening all the drawers and cabinets.
I'll get it, Dan said, crossing to the kitchen, where one whole cabinet was filled with medical supplies.
He looked past her into the kitchen to see what she'd been doing.
Leery of the change in her, Brady tucked the two away and crossed to the kitchen.
The elderly woman sat at the small kitchen table, her weapons within reach.
We walked into the kitchen where Mrs. Thompson was pulling out a ham.
She led the detective through a kitchen cluttered with coffee cups, soiled plates and two half-eaten cakes.
Dean went to the kitchen and poured beers for himself and Fred.
"I have two eyes," Dean answered, as he crossed to the kitchen for two more beers.
The living room and kitchen, which faced to the south, provided an exquisite view of the surrounding countryside.
Dean heaved a deep sigh and plodded out to the kitchen for coffee.
Wednesday morning dawned with air so crisp Dean was awake before the alarm, awake to a knock down gorgeous day, "one of the ten best" prattled a cheery voice on the kitchen table radio.
Vinnie plopped down at the kitchen table.
He sat at the kitchen table, sipping the cold coffee and patting the cat.
Dean smiled in spite of himself as Fred swept the kitchen table clear of cups and cat, dropping a bulky folder and spilling its paper contents.
He went to the kitchen for two more beers.
By the time Dean made it to the kitchen Monday morning, Fred had already left on the early bus to Scranton.
The two of you are pretty good for a couple of kitchen table detectives.
For a moment his gaze lingered on her slender figure as she walked into the kitchen.
She grunted as she mounted the last step into the kitchen.
In fact, Carmen had spent so much time in the Reynolds kitchen growing up that neighbors began to think she belonged there.
A warm deep voice drifted in from the kitchen and Carmen's gaze riveted on the kitchen doorway.
One minute they were talking in the kitchen and then they were gone.
When she looked up, Alex was leaning against the kitchen door frame watching her.
Watching the house on the hill from the kitchen window, she knew a moment of regret when his lean silhouette disappeared into his house.
After Alex left, Carmen threw the sheets in the dryer, washed dishes and cleaned his kitchen.
It was going to be delightful cooking in this kitchen.
She marched back to the kitchen, but didn't even get through the door before the phone rang again.
This time she marched toward the kitchen, her temper rising with every step.
After she hung up, she made sure her cell phone was on and then headed for the kitchen.
From the kitchen window she stared at his house.
He was in the kitchen, rinsing his cup when she walked in.
Memories carried her into the kitchen.
She sighed heavily and turned away from the kitchen.
He released her chin and turned away, pacing the kitchen floor.
Alex had been no match for Josh there in her kitchen, but he had certainly done well for himself.
She turned to Katie, who was working a puzzle on a table in the kitchen.
Bill was talking to Alex when the men walked into the kitchen from outside.
Alex and Bill walked back into the kitchen.
Showering and dressing in jeans and a waist length blouse, she was in the Kitchen by the time Katie got up.
Katie walked into the kitchen with her hair uncombed and her eyes looking puffy.
Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, she pounced on Carmen before she could get out of the kitchen.
"I am not," Carmen said, turning to leave the kitchen.
"Go do something in the kitchen," he concluded gently.
Slipping into a pair of sandals with 2 heels, she headed for the kitchen.
Katie and Bill were in the kitchen when she arrived, and Katie already had breakfast ready.
Without waiting for an answer, he headed for the kitchen, stopping briefly to turn on the stereo.
Once out of bed she slipped into a nightgown and headed for the kitchen.
Washing her hands in the kitchen sink so that she wouldn't disturb him, she sneaked a peak in the refrigerator.
From now on the kitchen was her territory – just as he thought it was Katie's territory.
When it started to smell good, Alex abandoned his chair and came into the kitchen.
When she came into the kitchen with a basket of fresh eggs, he jumped up from his chair and turned red.
Alex walked around the counter and came into the kitchen, his attention focused on her.
She made the bed and went into the kitchen to fix breakfast.
He came into the kitchen freshly shaved and looking handsome in indigo jeans and a western shirt.
Supper was on the table when Alex arrived, but she remained in the kitchen.
Back in the kitchen, she loaded the dishwasher and put away leftovers.
When he came into the kitchen his expression was reflective.
She was putting the last bowl of food on the table when Alex walked into the kitchen.
She headed for the kitchen, fighting back tears.
She resumed her course to the kitchen.
He walked into the kitchen, stepped on the trash can lid opener and dropped the tester in the trash.
Warmth crawled up her neck as she put his sandwich on the table and watched him wash his hands in the kitchen sink.
"Sorry I'm late," she said as she hurried to the kitchen.
A few minutes later he sauntered into the kitchen and leaned against the door jam.
She dressed and went to the kitchen to warm up some food for him.
Mums opened the door, and after one look at Carmen's face, ushered her into the kitchen.
The kitchen would smell of good food and her soft neck would be as fragrant as spring flowers.
She'd be setting the table by now and the kitchen would smell of freshly fried chicken and peach cobbler.
She wandered down stairs and into the kitchen.
How many pints of fruits and vegetables had been processed in this kitchen over the years?
She dressed and went to the kitchen to start breakfast.
He spoke in a hushed tone and when he came back to the kitchen, his face was pale.
Rolling up his shirtsleeves, he washed his hands in the kitchen sink.
A gasp made her eyes open, and she looked around the kitchen.
Jenn looked up as a familiar vamp materialized in the kitchen.
At the sound of a new voice, Jenn pushed herself to her feet as Damian slammed the door to the kitchen open.
Darian and I were experimenting in the kitchen.
She wrapped her arm around his waist as they walked to the kitchen.
The open floor plan ran from the living area through a kitchen to a formal dining room area that had been converted into an office on the other side.
The wine cellar had been an addition to the sprawling house, accessible only by leaving the house and descending a set of stairs off the kitchen.
He paced alone in the kitchen.
A strange commotion in the hallway drew him from his thoughts, and he pushed the kitchen door open.
"I made you cookies, Darian," Bianca said quickly and started to the kitchen.
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