Quin laughed and shook his head. "Dahlia, leave it." He contested lightly, reaching out to pull her with him toward the back stairs. "We can deal with this later." He waggled his eyebrows at her playfully. Nothing was going to go awry in the time they took away from the kitchen. Whether in was in half an hour, two hours or tomorrow, Quin had so much experience cleaning up messy kitchens he could probably do it in his sleep.