They go downstairs. There's someone of his species holding the door open; the space is otherwise empty.

She's... just gonna stand here until someone provides her with food.

Hello! Can I interest you in a drink? The first one is free, says a napkin that appears out of nowhere.

"Um. Water. I guess."

Water's free by default, so you are still entitled to a free drink, says the napkin accompanying this tall glass of ice water.

"Thanks."

She drinks her water.

You're welcome.

It's really good water, insofar as water varies.

She is not really a water connoisseur, but that's nice.

"Uh... I think I'm supposed to ask for spaghetti?"

That will be $3.78.

"Our tab."

She'll just.... eat her pasta, then.

It's really good pasta. Very oregano-y.

She's not really in the mood to politely comment on the pasta quality. Just gonna silently eat until she's done.

"If you'd like we can get something you can keep in the room, too."

"Uh, cinnamon roll and a box of granola bars and a pack of bottled water."

The cinnamon roll comes in one of those fold-up cardboard takeout boxes. The box of granola bars has 200 in assorted flavors and the bottled water is a brandless shrinkwrapped flat of them.

Probably didn't actually need the water but she's thinking a lot about it because she was avoiding her sink until two hours ago.

"Thank you."

Any time.

"Okay. Thanks, Bar. Let's head back up."

She lugs her food and water upstairs.

"- I can carry those -"

"OK."

She hands him her water and granola bars and keeps her cinnamon roll.

He carries them like his species is much stronger. "Do you want to be alone again or do you want to talk?"

Shrug. "Good either way."

Actually she will be pretty miserable no matter what, but those both work out to not really having any strong preferences about it.

"- okay, well, then we're going to talk."

He sets her stuff down in her room.