"Is that it?" There was a tinge of hope, that maybe one of the closer friends she'd made would have been around, too - but it's small and she's not expecting it to come to anything. She'd been shocked enough by this chance meeting, she wasn't going to hold her breath for another.

Rolling her eyes at the pointing like a proper daughter, she slid off the counter with a dramatic groan of distaste before she went over to the chair and took a seat as instructed. Despite herself, her stomach still growls. Maybe she was hungrier than she thought. There's a muttered thanks, before she goes to break one of the slices of bread so she can dip it in the stew before taking a bite.