"Nothing besides hot food and a roof over my head. I'm used to living with whatever I can get my hands on. Nomadic life does that to a person. Once fashioned a makeshift tent from sticks and a lot of brute force." Serena said, the prospect of routine meals like the one from yesterday making her drool a little as she stepped into the building.

"Though if I'm going to be sharing a bed with your only male worker... I don't think you'll be needing a fourth unless we have a guest." Serena said, before slapping her forehead after realizing the implications of what she just said.