"Pretty sure we've got at least one bag left, yeah. I've put it on the list for grocery shopping when I get a chance." She pads out of the room, heading in the direction of the kitchen. The black rapier lives in the hallway but she doesn't grab it, yet. Instead, she heads in the direction of the kitchen, idly humming to herself as she starts to boil water, grabbing the mug that she's noticed Harrow prefers down from the shelf over the kettle.