"Mmm. 'But that is not as real, as wonderful, as a true portrait,'" Kat drawled, obviously putting on the voice and accent of whoever had done her portrait so long ago. "Bah, he was a jerk. But I suppose it turned out all right. I think my mother has it put up somewhere." Wherever it was, Kat would avoid.
Not that she ever went home these days anyways.
"Yay for being the only girl then. You show those old wizards how it's done," she joked lightly, winking in a friendly way at the other woman. It felt good to sit and chat with another woman for a change. As friendly as Kat was, she didn't have many close friends.
She dipped one of her chips in some mayo she'd requested. Only way to eat them, in her mind. "Oh, I don't know," she said, gesturing idly with her fork. "I think I'd like to write a book or three some day, but I have to have an income til then, so I have to keep doing this for now. Unless I find some other way of making money."
Money was an almost constant concern for Kat, ever since she'd left home. But she always managed, somehow, to make enough for rent and food.