[He moved through the kitchen to see what else he could use and then looked into the fridge. He pulled out milk, cream, a few peaches and a small box of strawberries and a few eggs. One eyebrow twists up at the selection of cereals and other boxed and packaged things and grimaced. He places the items on the counter as he reaches for the salt, flour, baking powder, sugar and honey.]

Ugh, gerbil food.

[He closes the cabinet and moves to break out a mixing bowl and the counter top mixer.]

Are you familiar with these?