Look, Steph couldn't quite reach the stovetop yet, so she just kind of assumed cooking was out of the picture.

She pulled bread and peanut butter and strawberry jam out of the fridge and brought everything over to the table before she went rummaging around for a butter knife and -- well, paper towels would do instead of plates.

"We must have had a sleepover here last night," she said as she started spreading far too much peanut butter on a couple of slices of bread. "I guess that's why we woke up together?"