When I was a kid, my parents were house-hunting and we went to look at a neat old bungalow in the city.  She had a very nice Great Dane, and at the end of the house tour we all conglomerated in the kitchen.  She looked at us and said, "You people are kitchen people!"  My parents looked at each other like, 'What the heck does that mean?',  but I knew what she was saying.  Out of all the rooms of the house, we had naturally just stopped in the kitchen because that was more comfortable to us.  Many people would have ended up in the living room on the couch or even out on the front porch.  Perhaps we would have stopped in the backyard.  But no, we stood around the kitchen.