And I've noticed a terrible lack of preserved fruits and vegetables. Back home, my cellar was filled with preserves. Enough to last an entire year, if necessary.

No, they're so small and dingy. I feel like I could scrub them forever and they'd never be clean.

[she assumes others must, given how many people she's seen milling about here during her occasional scurry out looking for food other than what's served at the communal buffets]

Are we allowed to have jobs?

[she supposes she could cook for someone? she had been quite good at it]

All right. I'll try to get to sleep.

[she gets up and neatly pulls the blanket and sheet back before sitting back down on the bed, tucking her legs neatly under the covers, and lying down, curling up on her right side. she misses Merricat's tales of their life on the moon to lull her to sleep]