”Ah, lack of easily available food, I remember how that goes,” Emilia nodded sympathetically with Simone’s plight. Yes, she remembered it, and she didn’t miss it one bit. With Simone being busy with school and Emilia herself being busy with work and the ever changing work hours, their acquaintance could be summed up to sporadic run-ins, usually in the kitchen and usually when either one of them was on the way out.
At Simone’s question, her face lit up, even if she was trying not to. “I just submitted a bid for the property I’ve been eyeing since I got here,” she beamed. “Figured I’d treat myself to a small celebration appropriate for a worknight.” With a nod of her head, she gestured to the books in between them. “You? Aside from the not wanting to cook, I mean.”