[For as much as she's insistent that it's not her house, she seems perfectly at home in the kitchen here, setting a kettle to boil and grabbing a tin of homemade cookies off the counter to put on the table for them both. She'd promised snacks, after all! And all of her friends had always liked the cookies she'd made, so this guy shouldn't be any different. Surely he made cookies for his friends, too, right?]

He disappeared. [She presses her lips tightly together and turns away, busying herself with preparing the teapot.] That happens sometimes. People are here one day and gone the next. Sometimes they come back in a week or two with new memories of their time where they come from, other times they're gone for longer and don't remember anything from being here.

[With her back turned, she shrugs as if it's no big deal.]

So since he was letting me stay here for free when he was here, I figured that I might as well keep the house and farm in order for him! In case he ever comes back.