[There's a rather sad looking Natalia sitting on a sofa in the hallway. Her eyes are cast to the window, and one hand lays lightly in her lap as the other supports her chin. She gives a soft sigh, eyes distant.]
[Smoke is spilling out the kitchen door... a Natalia in the kitchen spells disaster. Even an older one. Yeah, those little black crisps in the oven were an attemp at cookies.]