"Everyone has a bad side," Mikaela replied, still rooting around in her fridge for anything to drink that wasn't champagne or a bottle of water. Expecting him to still be in the living room, she startled slightly when he asked his question before promptly closing the door and turning to look at him.
"I think so," she answered with a slightly puzzled expression. Moving to the cabinets above the counter, she rose onto her toes and pulled out a small box containing various jars of herbs. With a small smile, she held the box out to him and leaned lightly against the counter.
"The mother of the man who owns this place gave them to me when I moved in. She said nobodies kitchen was complete without the ability to season it up. Or something like that." Truth be told, the woman had reminded her of a fortune cookie with the way she spoke. She was nice, though, and she had made her some homemade soup once, so Mikaela figured she was a good enough person.