The kitchen is large, with a stone floor which makes it chilly in the morning, particularly since no fire is kept banked overnight. Colle is surprised to find she is not the first there; a pair of feet project from behind the table, and muted rattling suggests the sounds of drawers being opened and closed. "Hello?" The rattling stops at her call, and the owner of the feet sits up and looks round. "Oh, good morning, Ffion." But Ffion does not look like she is having a good morning. "Is anything wrong?" Ffion pushes to her feet and gestures vaguely around the large, cold space. "It... I think of home, and this..." Lost for words, she rubs her head and smiles awkwardly. "And the food. No change. It's boring."