𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚏𝚎

Oh, uh - [She takes the tray quickly, wary of the glass of water. Now that she's thinking about it, she can't quite remember the last time she ate. Her stomach immediately emphasizes that fact by choosing to growl in that moment.

Kill her now.]

Thanks, I guess?

[She takes the tray into the room, finding a spare spot on the ground to set it on. She hasn't moved much furniture in beyond the basics yet, and she's not about to start eating on her bed.]

It's research! Messages from other people. Dates. Events. Just little things. I figure if someone can put a halfway decent guide together, new people might be in better shape!

[She pauses for a second, rocking on her heels.]

I said thank you, right? [She didn't. She still hasn't.] Because. Thanks. A lot.