The pantry stood hidden behind a closet near the bar.
Sonya passed to the pantry with a glass in her hand.
She had a beautiful apartment, a wardrobe, a pantry that magically restocked itself every time she left the place.
Deidre went back to the pantry, trying to remember what human-Deidre ate.
One morning I locked my mother up in the pantry, where she was obliged to remain three hours, as the servants were in a detached part of the house.