Shula scoffed, Moving past Faelan and making her way to the kitchen. She scratched her hair, brushing off some stuffing from the couch and trying to fix her bed head. She opened the fridge, frowning when she was greeted by the site of a rotten orange, some beer, and expired milk.<br/><br/>"What the hell do you eat around here? Or does your diet entirely consist of whiskey and beer?" She asked, closing the fridge and looking through the cupboards instead. She found a half empty box of granola bars and fished one out, unwrapping it and chomping down on it. The bar wasn't great but she could stand it, although it was a little sweet for her taste.