"Mhm," she replied, her eyes still fixated on the ceiling. She quickly sat up, resting her chin on the back of the couch. He was always so fancy looking in his very fine clothes. She doubted she could ever be that fancy. Unless he made her, what with her being the perfectly obedient, little slave and all.
"Are we going out today?" she asked, deciding not to dwell on that particular subject for too long. "You know, clothes that fit and stuff?" The food didn't bother her that much. Canned food was food, and even that was hard to come by sometimes. She could hardly complain.