Kan found himself standing in Ellie's kitchen, surveying the sparse contents with a growing sense of dismay. His face contorted in a mixture of frustration and realization.
"Damn it! She's got next to nothing here. Just a can of fish and some bread. That's not going to cut it," he muttered to himself, acutely aware of the promise he had just made to prepare a meal for her.
He paced the small kitchen, his mind racing for a solution. He couldn't simply back out now; Ellie was relying on him. He needed to figure something out, and fast.
"Hey, you're familiar with this city, right? Know of any place nearby where I can grab some groceries? I can't serve her another fish sandwich," he mused aloud, though he knew he was directing the question at a particular presence in his mind.
