Gabriel winces, stung by Savannah's tone. He had been the cause for her uprooting, and there was no changing it. He still cursed himself on a regular basis about that mess.

Luckily, the kitchen was a major distraction from the thoughts buzzing in his head.

"A... is this a kitchen?" Whatever it is, it's ... hard to describe. Star Trek meets Victorian England, perhaps. But it feels comfortable.