"Good." Roy claimed another kiss before finally letting Laurel go to start looking for food. He really didn't want to let her go, but food and then heading out was the plan. They had to find out what was going on; they had to find their friends. They had to find answers, and answers weren't just going to knock on their door. He did glance at the door as if maybe they would get lucky.
He walked away to what looked like a kitchen. It felt the same yet different. That was the same for most of the worlds they'd been to lately. Everything felt familiar,just something was a little off.
"I found bread?" He didn't know what he was holding. It looked like bread. Smelled like bread even, though somehow a little better. "Butter?" The small jar looked to have just that as well. He found a knife.