“That’s probably true, the point I tried to make was don’t go around shoving things into other people’s mouths. It’s not appropriate.” The tone was light as Valerie watched yet more batteries end up in a pile of… Well, she didn’t know what to call it. They certainly weren’t being put to any kind of use they were intended for. Though she heard the request she ignored it. How many times had she brought things over that ultimately ended up being wasted? Not to mention the cost.

It was moments like that that had the blonde question what she was doing. If she weren’t so naturally optimistic she’d have felt a bit melancholy right then. Trust had been built but had anything else? Did Sabra grasp the attempt at friendship? Valerie couldn’t tell, and it made her feel oddly alone.

Sabra’s words startled Valerie, who in turn added quickly, “Well it does with me, so don’t get any ideas.”

When the brunette began to read in her own way the blonde internalised her frustration and picked up two of the bags. Busied herself by hanging up clothes while scanning the room for any that needed to be cleaned. Those were tossed into a pile near Sabra, who could carry them herself down to the basement. She’d brought plenty of quarters for the machines, the demoness could work them but it was always better to make sure she did it right, than end up needing to buy new things for her to wear.

Once done she grabbed the other bag and went about exchanging empty bottles of shampoo with full ones, bars of soap and another tube of toothpaste. Occasionally Valerie wondered if the woman actually used them or simply added it to the odd cluster of objects she enjoyed creating.