Emily shook her head. "No, it's nobody. Just the local idiot backed by the local streetside gang.", she replied, "And that device is a phone. It lets people talk to other people who have phones.", she then explained. She smiled as she noticed how hungry she was as well, and laughed a bit. "I'm actually not that good at cooking, so I buy frozen foods to cook later in the oven. It's just a matter of sitting and waiting for the food to cook itself.", she said, rubbing the back of her head. She was surprised that she had never learned how to properly cook, what with the rich-girl stereotype that the skill seems to follow. Her mom was never around to teach her, and her father wasn't much of a nice guy to begin with. "Nothing much to help with, all I have to do is throw a frozen pizza in."<br/><br/>Emily walked back to the kitchen after the timer chimed in every room that had been recently populated, another fun addition to her house. Opening the freezer, she pulled out a frozen pizza and pulled it from the box it was in. Costco pizza was the best in her opinion, mostly because of it's size. It would last days, no matter how much she starved herself before hand. Sprinkling some extra spices on for taste, she opened the 400Â° oven and slid the frozen pizza in, setting the time for about 16 minutes. "I gotta ask how you could be hungry after eating that apple... You must have a ridiculous appetite." Emily said as she went to the pantry and pulled a box of double stuffed Oreos out. She smirked, knowing that her's wasn't so small anyway. Eating one of the cookies, she turned the box to face him. "This is chocolate... I don't think they had it way back when. It's probably one of the best things I've ever tasted since Italian pizza." She said. Her phone vibrated again, but she ignored it this time.