Wilford heads back to the kitchen, this time to actually show him around. It's big, airy, and the only room in the house so far that actually looks like it gets any use. It's stocked full of every kitchen gadget imaginable. An enormous coffee machine sits next to a large, flat griddle. Several large knife blocks hold a variety of knives, all steel and sharpened to a razor's edge. Multiple cutting boards in multiple sizes. Pots, pans, and a collection of woks hang from hooks along one wall.

"Gas oven. It's got an electric start, so don't worry about the pilot light. It doesn't have one. Plates, bowls, forks." He points everything out as he says it. "Dry stuff up here." The cupboard he opens shows a brief glimpse of packaging in Korean and Chinese, with a smattering of Japanese thrown into the mix.

"Fridge. Meat on the bottom. Everything else where it fits." He opens the door to show Autor. It's sparse, and noticeably lacking any dairy products.

"The rest, you can probably figure out."