She sighed, and walked back into the room, chewing on some rice. "If I was crazy I could go live in a nice home." She replied, perching on the couch. Leaning back against his legs, she sighed, and swallowed. "So what are you looking for?" She asked. Was he looking for a way to un-bind them? A way to send him back? She admired him as she ate, slowly cheing and swallowing the three-day-old food. It was still good, smelled like it should, though fresh Chinese always tasted better than reheated.<br/><br/>"You sure you don't want to try some?" She asked. "It's pretty good."