[Much as the idea of a butler appeals to her conceptually, in practice she's pretty bad at it -- at least when her butler is Teo, who shouldn't have to do half the things he offers, plus all the stuff he doesn't offer and just does on his own. She wouldn't do well hidden away and worrying, even if she knows by now how well he can handle himself, especially with the undead. It's a good thing she's not hearing his mental griping and instead thinking that it's fascinating that there's something that could be nothing more that background noise, even for them. It makes sense, she supposes. Just wouldn't have thought about it on her own.]

They have a light on them -- in games. Um. But blankets can fix that.

[It would be some time before they had to worry about that, anyway. Stretching an arm across herself -- weird with an axe -- Ryder peeks over through the curtain of her bangs and makes a tiny noise in thought.]

I -- found a flashlight. And some batteries. And I bet -- candles. If we really want a light at night. ...No solution for -- fridge.