"A quishe," she said, dropping her duffle bag on the floor and glancing around the place. It was... oddly barren, even for Karl. Her gaze sharpened when she saw slight distortions in the coloring on the wall, accented by a couple of spare... pegs? Hangers?
She turned her attention back to Karl. Better not to say anything. But... what was he hiding from her? Did he really think that she wouldn't notice? "It's eggs and cheese and asparagus and peppers. And some chives and scallions, I think. I got it from the bakery by my place."