Though his milk mustache was a bit distracting and had her grinning at first, Sid's homelife wasn't as charming, and she was immediately listening intently. She drew her legs up under her fit form and frowned until he was done speaking. She digested it a bit, letting out a slow breath. "Well...first of all, you've a bit of milk on you lip, love. Secondly, no wonder you're such a miserable little thing, what with that shite going on. I think you would be happier here!"
Elisabeth shook her head and returned to the kitchen, deciding that chocolate and peanut butter brownies were in need after a sad story like that. She carefully set the plate on the table in front of the sofa and chair, eying Sid. "Oy, I'm sorry about...it all, yeah?"