I was visiting the cousins. They offered some food but I kind of preferred mine, and I cooked a bit and then put the remainings in a container so I could eat them later. We ate in the kitchen, which was massive, like a kitchen in a factory. Then I went to a bed that was arranged with other beds as if they had been on a road. The bed turned into a car, then back into a bed. My cousins were still around and when I woke up we went back to the house and we ate again. I ate from my containers. The food was a bit stale, but I could mix it with freshly made food and I could it all the food I had left.
The nicest piece of my food was wrapped up in what looked like bread at first sight. But then it was not bread, it was some kind of bacon. Then I looked closer and I saw that it was raw meat. I asked for permission to fry it, or cook it in some way that I could eat it. I was given permission and I looked for a frying pan.