The refrigerator hummed to cover the whisper of the stove fan.
"He's starting to bug me too. I end up with work overload when she tries to use me as a room fan instead of just what I'm supposed to do with cooking smoke and heat. He's used maybe three or four times a week for a minute or less."
"Yeah, then he dances and sings all night. Or tries to sing. I really don't think he's all that good," said the fridge.