"Uhm, Angel, slowly. You don't want to choke." Fred shook her head, smiling softly. She knew the draw of tacos; she knew it very well. She also knew how quickly she'd put down a few tacos when they'd gotten back to L.A.
"Dogs are nice." Fred smiled as she saw the fridge; this was such a different place. It made her miss the Hyperion.
"Okay. Well, I found some water." She wasn't going to pull or point out what else was in there. Did he know there was blood in there? She offered him the bottle of water she'd found.