Sitting on the kitchen counter, at the moment, was a bag full of ripe tomatoes, a couple of fresh cloves of garlic, some jars of assorted spices, and some chopped up what passes for sausage, along with a large pot and some spoons and knives. The spice cabinet was also open, however, and its contents rustled a little.

Much as she still missed her old life, Marian had to admit that some days, there were advantages to being a ghost. Like being able to get inside the spice cabinet all the way into the back corner where a silly prankster had decided to stash the oregano for some odd reason. Back when she was alive, she would have probably needed to dig out a stool.

(But there are benefits to deep cupboards too. Like Shira not being able to get into the spices.)

She was still halfway inside the cabinet, though, when she heard someone come into the kitchen, and peeked out uncertainly when she realized that she didn't recognize who it was.