"Depending on how long it's been since it was used." Of course, it had been used recently enough, and soon the smell of a still-simmering soup would beckon them in the right direction.

A few turns later, and they found themselves exactly where they'd set out to reach. Inhaling deeply the scent of whatever it was cooking in the slow-cooker, Maya grabbed a bowl and ladled it full. "Not sure what it is... want any?"