Cissie laughs, nodding in agreement as she makes her way into the kitchen. She begins opening cupboards and drawers, taking stock of the supplies as they talk.

“Yeah, I’m not sure of much more than half, myself. I was mostly hoping there’d be stuff here to make some hot chocolate. I’ve missed that. But tea or warm milk would do, I guess.” She glances over her shoulder at him and offers a smile. “I’m Cissie, by the way.”