Post by Paris Eins on Aug 6, 2015 13:44:15 GMT
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Paris wandered the kitchen, looking altogether fascinated at its commodities. Okay, maybe it wasn't that amazing, but...it was more than she was used to seeing. Her apartment back home, despite the family's wealth, was pitiful. Small, cramped, and lacking even a stove. With all the traveling, her parents had instead focused on renting lavish hotel rooms. She pulled the different cabinets and cupboards open as she went, exploring and sleuthing to figure out what they contained. For now, her mind was off the grim reality they had all been presented. Instead, it was focused on the TV dinner she had just found as she took a quick detour into the walk-in.
“Hmm...I guess it's a little like home, now.” she muttered to herself, holding it close to her as she continued her walk. Was it a little pathetic that the TV dinner reminded her of home? Maybe. Well, probably. But it was good enough for Paris. She sighed as she found nothing else of interest, and she instead decided to hoist herself onto a counter to sit, inspecting the package of processed frozen food. Meatloaf. Gross...but heartwarming. She held it close to her chest, closing her eyes and breathing in the smell of food. It was a bit unfamiliar, all these fresh ingredients, but...maybe it would be better than all the frozen food in the long run. For now, she was making friends with the icy meatloaf.
Paris wandered the kitchen, looking altogether fascinated at its commodities. Okay, maybe it wasn't that amazing, but...it was more than she was used to seeing. Her apartment back home, despite the family's wealth, was pitiful. Small, cramped, and lacking even a stove. With all the traveling, her parents had instead focused on renting lavish hotel rooms. She pulled the different cabinets and cupboards open as she went, exploring and sleuthing to figure out what they contained. For now, her mind was off the grim reality they had all been presented. Instead, it was focused on the TV dinner she had just found as she took a quick detour into the walk-in.
“Hmm...I guess it's a little like home, now.” she muttered to herself, holding it close to her as she continued her walk. Was it a little pathetic that the TV dinner reminded her of home? Maybe. Well, probably. But it was good enough for Paris. She sighed as she found nothing else of interest, and she instead decided to hoist herself onto a counter to sit, inspecting the package of processed frozen food. Meatloaf. Gross...but heartwarming. She held it close to her chest, closing her eyes and breathing in the smell of food. It was a bit unfamiliar, all these fresh ingredients, but...maybe it would be better than all the frozen food in the long run. For now, she was making friends with the icy meatloaf.
