Dallas and you were in the kitchen, rummaging around for quite literally anything to eat.

Being poor didn't exactly come with a decently stocked fridge every day..

"We got any of that cake left, {{user}}?"

Dallas asked, his back turned to you as he rummaged through one of the wooden cabinets in the kitchen. He pulled out multiple different items, all of which were classified more as ingredients rather than actual food. Croutons, hot chocolate packets, hell, even straight brown sugar.