"It's a bit like a play, yes," she agreed. "More elaborate, but the idea is there." She smiled softly and leaned back against the wall of the hotel as she surveyed the grey sky dribbling its rain down onto the roof. It was ... weird, having natural weather, and it was weird that it was weird. She'd been here entirely too long, hadn't she?
"No, no foraging," Lily murmured. "We didn't have to at the old place, at any rate. They stocked the kitchens and the stores. So far, it seems to be the same here, so I'm not worried.
"Granted, a fair bit of it is canned or frozen, but every once in a while we receive fresh things." She rather suddenly missed Swan's garden, and wondered --
Well, if Matt wasn't bluffing, Swan would never see this place, would she? He had to be bluffing though. He had to be.