"Good thinking," he said, glancing around for something to arm himself with (a broom handle would be better than nothing, after all) but there was little in the dining area of the restaurant beyond empty tables and chairs. He led them through to the kitchen and began rummaging through the cupboards. "You might want to see if there are any knives left behind, too," he called over his shoulder as he reached into the back of a deep cabinet, pulling out ruined bags of flour with a grimace. "Forks, even. They'd do at a pinch."