"Ugh." Dom groaned dramatically. "The worst of the worst." She slid the dish onto a clear space on the counter. The flat had been cleaned well before she moved in, but she'd still done some cleansing of her own earlier. "And seeing your whole life in boxes? Is weirdly sad." Like, somehow everything in her life was just objects even though she knew it was more than that.
Speaking of which, there was the box marked KITCHEN in her bold handwriting. So far she had only unpacked the essentials for her morning coffee, but she found bowls and spoons after a little bit of digging. "How long have you lived here?" she asked, trying to decide how big of a portion was appropriate.