I'm charmed to pieces that the management here has decided me important to whatever nefarious 'end of the world' plot enough that they feel the need to kidnap me from my home, my job and my life with no forewarning, but this is too much. I can find my own food, thank you.
That is, assuming these things are food. They look like some sort of ill-prepared sweetmeat. I'm not touching them; I don't take handouts.
Though, on the subject of food, we come to the buying of such things, so I don't have to rely on... pastries of questionable origin. I need means of respectable employment. In the past, I've worked and enjoyed working the most as an actress, but I've done other things, shopkeeping and tutoring, and, given the circumstance, I'd be happy to go into either of businesses again.
Because, however generous your offer is, Felix, I'd hate to repay it by overstaying my welcome.
[ooc Lulz, question of the day. Waffles: What are? And, forever onward until further notice, all of her comments? Voiced, yo.]
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