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I perk up. There’s a kitchen? I go down to the right and enter a chef’s dream. Creamy white cupboards, a spotless floor, beautiful French windows that let the sun in – everything is perfect. I stare at everything, awestruck.

Then I snap back into action and begin opening things and closing them. I see cutlery, bowls, plates – everything one could possibly need to whip up a storm.

And there’s more: a giant walk-in pantry lies just across the room with fresh ingredients sourced from, well, anywhere.

I clap my hands and rub them in anticipation. Then I whirl around and call back, “Does anyone want chocolate cookies?”