"Excelsior," she jokes, following him toward the bright colors of produce. She's been buying mostly canned fruits and vegetables, with the exception of the tangerines which suckered her in both for their nice smell and their portable, meal-on-the-go factor. Fresh fruit seems too expensive. She has a job, and some part time dog walking on the side, and the free money from this weird place (which she's making certain not to touch) -- she's okay -- but she's still anxious about money and tends to redo her budget to make sure she's got enough for rent. Splurges are on fabric or things to make her place more of an oasis, not food.

She picks up a tomato, inspecting it without much seriousness, and gives Noah a look as he blushes himself nearly solid. "You are a shitty liar," she informs him. "When did we start keeping secrets from each other?"

The answer is a little bit, we always have, in this group, but Blue and Noah don't, really.