Lily nodded.

We walked into the kitchen at sixteen thirty.

I took a large metal pot from the bottom cabinet, filled it with cold tap water, set it on the stove, and turned the front burner to high.

Lily climbed onto the wooden stool at the island.

She rested her chin on her hands and watched me work.

I took a block of sharp cheddar out of the refrigerator.

It smelled tangy in the warm kitchen air.