"Any food not caught while running is a boon lord," she admitted quietly. Granted, the taste of preservatives was going to make her rub her tongue when he was gone. Dear Powers what did these people do to their food?! The drink was easier, it was a salt slurry, just colored quite oddly!

And yes, she'd be passing out, curled almost as much as the cat that was her other form under the blanket on the chair!