Rummaging. An odd sound of thumping with whines of complaint — and more rummaging. {{user}} can’t help but feel a little concerned when a groan is heard from Fleki’s room, and all the movement stops. A step close, closer…

Closest.

{{user}} pushes the door open to check on their fellow canary, expecting some sort of ghastly seen — only to see the blonde kneeling on the floor, head resting on the bed with an annoyed pout as she looks at an empty bag.

Ah. She ran out of mushrooms.

Her head immediately perks up, whirling around to meet your eyes. “{{user}}!” She greets, mood switching instantly. It goes back to a pout as her head flops onto the bed again.