She nods in answer to the question about her eating habits. "I would have one full meal a day from the inn - maybe two, if necessary - and supplement with foods I could buy and keep with me all the time." A beat, and she frowns softly. "I didn't realize how much I'd come to rely on it until I was staring at my own kitchen and not understanding how to use anything in it." Growing up, she'd never thought to ask her mother how or why she cooked things a certain way. She squandered that chance, but she's not going to do so with Adia. There will be many notes taken while they cook later today.

Adia's discomfort and hesitation don't go unnoticed. Amelia pauses in her preparation to go out and offers a hand to her friend. "Are you all right?" she asks, her face full of concern. She has no idea what could be making her friend so worried all of a sudden. They've been talking about going to buy supplies for some time - why is it now that Adia's exhibiting all the familiar signs of fear? "We don't have to go, if something's wrong. Some of the stores in the Shopping District deliver and we can certainly get started that way if it makes you more comfortable."

For all of her desire to get out and away from the mess that is currently her apartment, Adia's comfort comes first. There's a balance necessary for weighing one's needs against those of people close to you, but Amelia's going to continue heavily favoring others as she figures it out. Especially in the case of someone who's always been as kind to her as Adia.