Making food
It had taken a bit of searching, but Ifalna had found a kitchen like area. Dressed again in jeans and a tee shirt, she wondered about the closets of the place. At least the clothing fit well, if a bit snug.
In any case, she started to poke around in the kitchen. And kept poking until she found things to make a meal.
Real food. It would be good.
She was sure that food smell might draw people. But that was to be expected.
Maybe she'd have to find some favorite foods.
In any case, she started to poke around in the kitchen. And kept poking until she found things to make a meal.
Real food. It would be good.
She was sure that food smell might draw people. But that was to be expected.
Maybe she'd have to find some favorite foods.