[ There's some evidence that K's been climbing on the counters to reach things (a kitchen chair is set against one, several items are uncharacteristically out of place), so he was clearly just being dramatic. He'd really rather not have to treat the counters and kitchen chairs like playground equipment in order to get by, though. ]

I wasn't complaining. I was stating the eventual outcome of your failure to fulfill my request. [ He says airily. ] But you're more useful than a step ladder, so this works. [ Even if Tech Boy did have to carry him in nearly the most awkward way possible. He'll make do.

Pointing out several of the upper cupboards, he'll pull down the needed items once he's close enough to reach them: a wok, sesame oil, several sauces. After living on synthetic substitutes for his entire short life, being able to make his own "real" food is an indulgence he's clearly enjoying. ]

Do you have any favourite meals?