Your kitchen. It makes Neal feel an odd kind of warm, to hear it called that.

He is looking for the sugar, though, even as he focuses for a moment on mashing up the raspberries. "Can't find the plain white sugar. I could probably use brown, but it's not ideal. A little too heavy."

He smiles at Doc, the expression a little more real than it's been for the last few days. "Trying to keep things on the Malcolm-friendly side." A pause, then, "You look tired."