Dead silence answered her for a long moment and then there was an overzealous scrambling from within the fridge, the clinking of glass and a few shifting sounds. Only after another moment did Kami emerge with a pitcher of water. She smiled brightly at the other woman, the kitchen a safe distance away that it masked the brittleness at the edges. "I work at Disney," she answered evenly.
Retrieving two glasses from a low cabinet, she filled them quickly. Then she left the pitcher on the counter and brought them both to the couch. "What about you?" she asked in return as she handed over one of the glasses. This time the smile was perfect, bright and interested and honest. As she waited for an answer, Kami shifted a pillow and made herself comfy at the other end of the couch, bare feet drawn up beneath her.