Dad’s home! With prop sacks stuffed with celery! It’s nice to have a kitchen to LIVE in, since the old kitchens with giant swinging knives and troughs to carry away the blood, and spikes that periodically shot from the wall and lanced the unsuspecting - well, those old kitchens to DIE IN were traumatic for men who’d served in the War; they thought they’d left that sort of random, senseless carnage behind.