"Well, not quite found," she corrected herself, standing on her toes to take a cup from the cabinet. Mabelle knew well enough not to expect anything too great from the tea, but it was at least something to help warm her up and to go with the bread. There really was no room to be picky. "Earned." It was only a mild frustration, and she didn't want to complain too much about what she was intending as a gift.
Pouring herself some tea, Mabelle wrapped both her hands around the cup to take advantage of the heat until it had cooled enough to not scald her tongue. "Where's your knives?" she asked, poking through a few drawers. "I know you have one."