Could be next to none, could be forever. Might as well spend it doing something you'd enjoy.

[Her smile is crooked, but present nevertheless and she stands up in a smooth motion. Everything she does - physically at least - seems deliberate, no wasted motion. Bit of a predator instinct, with her.

Her hair's about as dry as it ever gets, she twists it up into a loose bun at the nape of her neck and heads for the kitchen.]

C'mon, I'll teach you how to make pansheer viala.