Mary laughed. "If pancake mix ever turns up, I will gladly help you make them. It's all in the timing of turning them over. Too soon and you end up with a scrambled pancakes, too late and you have a charred pancake." Mary's culinary skills were virtually non-existent but she did do a few things well. "I can also make a mean bowl of cereal."

"No electricity? Great." Mary was less than impressed. While her brother would be in his element in this place with the lack of amenities, Mary wasn't happy. "My brother would love this place. He loves roughing it." She looked at the supplies to make a fire again, wishing she had paid attention to her father trying to teach her how to build a fire.

Mary listened as Clary told her where the kitchen was. "So nobody runs the inn or the kitchen? We can just come and go as we please here?" Mary wasn't complaining but it just seemed like a very strange way of keeping people that someone had gone to the trouble of abducting.

Mary followed Clary into the kitchen and started to look around. "It's definitely something. It still feels like it's some kind of nightmare or a bad high. How long have you been here?" Mary looked over the berries. "Are we sure they're safe to eat?"