He followed her, hoping he did not look like some sort of lost puppy trailing after her, as he pulled himself into a kitchen chair. Looking around at all the ... things that were present here - both familiar and unfamiliar. The refridgerator caught his attention and he moved to open the door, then close it. Then open again, trying to figure out how the light turned off and on.

Ah, yes, there was a switch on the door - clever - but where did the light come from? He eyed the glass bulb, wondering what powered it, when he finally answered her, "... he does deserve it, and I'll confirm it, if necessary. I am glad you have had one another."