"Hey, it's never too late," Jim said as he washed his hands. "Don't give up on your dreams. The only reason there's a staff is because right now I live with a community whose main thing is running a retreat house, so we have regular civilians staying there all the time to do meditation courses and yoga and stuff. And they're paying for meals so we get to reap the benefits. When I was working up in the Arctic me and the other guy there were on our own, but I told him, look, you do the cooking and I'll deal with the fact that you think you can just Febreze underwear instead of washing it. It usually works out, cleaning guy is more in demand than cooking guy."
Still, he joined her in looking through the cupboards, curious about the sheer amount of work that had to have gone into preparing a place like this for its unwilling guests. Someone was buying plates and groceries and kitchen appliances for a bunch of kidnapping victims. "I never have time for gaming anymore either, but it kinda looks like my schedule just cleared right up. For awhile, anyway. So where are you from, now that we've ascertained that you probably weren't raised in an Ursuline orphanage and convent school?"