Hazel + The Pub + Outpost Scouts
Hazel smiled, placing her cup on the counter and taking a set of keys from her back pocket. She sighed, looking through them and finally picking out two; a rusty silver key and a par golden one. She took them off the chain and handed the silver one to the first two boys. "Yes, I own the place. It was a mess before, and it still is." She stated, sighing and turning to make some food.
She used the golden key to enter a small pantry. Inside laid many different assortments of canned-and even boxed-foods, some had layers of dust starting to form and some were still clean at top. Se ran her hand over them and finally stumbled upon a box of pasta, with a little more time spent digging she found what she had been searching for; a jar of white sauce. It was more then likely expired, but this didn't seem to faze Hazel. She pulled it out and turned towards the boy that had taken up her offer. "Alfredo?" She asked, and not waiting for his reply she turned. Grabbing a few bottles of water from the fridge and opening them. She then searched for a stable pot, they were of course covered in dust, but she used her shirt as a rag and cleaned it up.
The next few steps were simple, she poured the bottles of water into the pot, and set it on the stove, she turned her head away and started it. It made a strange clicking sound and with a puff it lit. She smiled proudly and set her hands on her hips. With a smile she turned back to the boys. "Oh, and by the way. To answer the question about Haywood, it is supposed to be a great place for survivors. I was thinking about heading there if this gig didn't work out."