Rylie stared at the new piece of furniture blankly. She blinked a few times, but it didn't so much as waver, and felt solid under her hand.<br/>"I must be working too hard," she muttered, placing a hand against her forehead.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">And I'm never drinking again. Hallucinations were not part of the deal. I'm gonna kill Emily when I see her this evening.</span><br/><br/>She turned her amber gaze back to him as he spoke. At least he wasn't threatening to kill her again. She frowned slightly, thinking. What did she have to eat? Brow furrowed, she wandered into the small kitchenette area and opened the fridge...<br/><br/>"I have eggs, butter, strawberry jam, miracle whip, and something in a container that Emily gave me a couple days ago... Probably shouldn't eat that..." She closed the door and turned to the cupboards, "Bread, crackers, peanut butter, rice, and a couple cans of red beans."<br/><br/>Rylie couldn't afford to buy meat on a regular basis. Maybe once a week, if she was lucky. Emily would sometimes insist on buying her lunch, but Rylie was so unaccustomed to eating much that a lot of it went to waste.<br/><br/>She looked back at her "guest" over her shoulder, "I could make you something, if you're hungry..."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Though I'm not sure what crazy people like to eat...</span>