“You can have hot chocolate.”

I filled the metal kettle with water and set it on the front burner.

I took a smaller white mug from the rack above the sink.

I tore open a paper packet of chocolate powder and poured it into the mug.

Lily went back to alphabetizing the heavy soup cans.

“There are three cans of chicken noodle,” Lily said.

“Do I sort them by expiration date?”

“Yes, put the oldest one in front.”