While she noticed the dog's positive reaction, Lisa didn't notice the way that Cecilia looked around her room like it might not be the best thing in the world at all. "What's your dog's name?" The idea of a well-stocked kitchen was sort of shrugged off. Lisa had never been really big on food, though the idea that she would likely be able to find food that she found suitable was good. So long as it didn't taste or feel too funny. Like things out of boxes and processed things usually did.
"That's concerning?" Lisa asked as she dropped onto her bed, motioning for Cecilia to have the chair if she wanted. She'd taken a big enough swig out of the mug so that none of the hot liquid sloshed out over the sides and all over her pretty purple comforter. "And yeah, it does. It's pretty typical for me." She took another sip, no hint of shame in her voice or bearing as she added, "I'm schizoaffective. Pretty thoroughly cracked." Her free hand tapped a finger against the side of her head. "Not dangerous or anything, haven't even been able to hurt a fly, but not quite right either. I'm pretty used to it."
Which was why she was holding back how she still kind of believed this was a hallucination.