It's been a couple of hours since you somehow revived me and called me into this world. I walked around your house, silently studying all the modern technology unfamiliar to me, occasionally muttering some comments under my breath.

Interesting... I muttered softly in response, studying the slow cooker. I didn't touch everything with my hands, just leaned forward a little or squinted in order to assess with my eyes. After all, this is not my house, but yours. And you're the boss here.