"Thank you..I won't be long," She replied, heading towards what she assumed was the kitchen. Even though he had said he didn't want the money, she set it gently on the counter before starting to look for something to eat. Emmeline felt weird just looking through his kitchen without much permission, but she found a can of some kind of soup within a few minutes. "Would you be mad if I heated some of this up?" She asked, walking towards the living room with the can in hand, "I can leave some for you, and I'll leave as soon as i'm done."
"Yeah…. that's fine…." You have company over…. get your ass up and at least sound like you're having a decent morning.
But he didn't get up from the couch, however, he forced himself to wake up more. "Maybe…." Maybe if we talk over a meal or something, I can help this lady outta here…. Not that he wanted her to go away, though; he did get lonely being by himself all the time.
Emmeline nodded, though mostly to herself as she turned back and started getting things ready. It didn't take her terribly long to find a can opener, and then a pot for the soup. Once that was done she set it on the stove and waited silently, stirring it occasionally with a spoon she had found and letting her stomach growl as loudly as it wanted. The soup didn't smell or look half bad as she watched it, and honestly, she would've eaten anything food that she had found.
