"Really? That's horrible." She sounded as genuinely upset and moderately upset about that as she felt! Until it occurred to her that he might just be kidding. THen again, he could still be telling the truth. Her utter weakness to alcohol was no laughing matter, so she stared at her cup as if it might bite her back and she mournfully put it to the side for the moment.

"They weren't exactly made to be comfortable," She grinned, sautéing in an almost secondhand kind of manner. "Nothing beats not sleeping alone, though."

She tapped at the handle of the skillet and then forced herself to stop pouting. It was lonely, sure, but she had always been lonely. getting sort of kicked out wasn't supposed to be such a big deal. "