[ Glancing back over her shoulder at him, she gives a nod and a small smile. She hadn't been sure, at first, of this weird stranger from the past but not, but now she trusts him. It's strange what one conversation can do, how at ease a person can become after a shared understanding and a common goal. ] Okay. Shout if you find anything weird.
[ She opens the door in question to find, as she'd suspected, a pantry that's dark and dusty, but filled with shelves. After feeling around for a lightswitch, she takes stock of the various things available to them. Bags of flour and sugar, giant cans of oats, jars of peanut butter that were the size of her head. It looks like this place had specialized in baked goods and simple lunchtime fare, the type of food that required more fresh ingredients than pantry staples. It's disappointing, she'd have been overjoyed to find a can or two of soup, but it's better than nothing. If the food is still good, anyway. ]
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[ She opens the door in question to find, as she'd suspected, a pantry that's dark and dusty, but filled with shelves. After feeling around for a lightswitch, she takes stock of the various things available to them. Bags of flour and sugar, giant cans of oats, jars of peanut butter that were the size of her head. It looks like this place had specialized in baked goods and simple lunchtime fare, the type of food that required more fresh ingredients than pantry staples. It's disappointing, she'd have been overjoyed to find a can or two of soup, but it's better than nothing. If the food is still good, anyway. ]