It doesn't take you long to dust away the few cobwebs you found in the corner but that spot on the table isn't coming off without a modern cleaner. You move on to cooking and drag the cast iron pot from the corner and stop, wondering what you should cook. Unsure, you begin opening the baskets and find grain of some sort; maybe that's what wheat looks like before it's flour. Or it could be barley. Oats? You shrug and put several handfuls in the pot under the theory they'll cook into something. It might even be edible.

Now you need water and you look for a sink but you're not in the 21st century. The only water be found is back at that flooded river, here's hoping there isn't civilization upstream.

An empty pot shaped much like a carafe sits near the front door, which you notice, looking from this direction, has hooks with a sword and cloak hanging from them. You pick up the carafe and...
the sword to arm myself.
the cloak to blend in better.
just the pot, thank you. I'm only going to the river edge.