Lana shrugged a little to the response, but fair enough. If she could cook, she might try something but she figured the kitchen was safer if she didn't try. "Cool," she said as she rummaged around the fruit drawer in the fridge, coming up with some grapes and tangerines. It was a start; maybe she'd add some toast to it.
"I can't cook. I can microwave the hell out of a cup o' noodles though," she laughed. "But that's about it." Setting her fruit on the table, she moved over to dig the bread out of the cabinet along with a jar of peanut butter. "Want some toast or anything?" She offered as she looked around for a toaster to see how many slices she could do at a time.
"Have you ever been here before? For real, I mean? Like on your own before all this?"