"Suit yourself. Thing is, we're both stuck with him for the time being. Hey uh, warning in advance, don't be in my kitchen while I'm cooking. You'll live, but I've mastered arts of hitting people with a spatula normally only known to grandmothers and cartoon characters." 44 opens her front door and welcomes Number 9 into her home. Once her guest is inside she beelines for the kitchen, plucking up cans and spices.

"I do appreciate you joining me. I don't get to cook for other people a lot, can't imagine why no one wants to hang out."