Actually, I think you're pretty great as a roommate. I'm an only child, so I've never really had to share... I guess I'm just glad this is working out instead of us fighting over personal space and drawing uncrossable lines across the kitchen floor.

[ liz shakes her head at petrichor and picks him up, scratching the cat's head. ]

I'd offer to help, but there's a reason I was a waitress and not working in the kitchen at my parents' café.