Written Into a Corner

My two main characters have been stuck in the kitchen for almost four months now. I wrote them there and now I can’t write them out. It’s a nice kitchen but you wouldn’t want to spend a whole novel there. Especially since they drank the last of the Jack Daniels the night before and there’s nothing stronger than Darjeeling in the cupboard. I should be writing them out now, but here I am writing this instead. I am a bad person. OK, I’ll have a go.