[ Each and every day Eurydice wishes she were kinning this Greek mythic figure instead of actually being her.

Eurydice is searching a nearby cabinet, and at first, she just nods and goes mmm-hmm. Then, a beat later, she snaps her head up, realizing she actually hasn't spoken to this person before. She looks to be about a teenager, in the red uniform -- which means she's one of Orpheus's roommates. So she can't be too prickly. Eurydice's gaze is assessing, but not hostile or accusatory. ]

Yeah. We used up all the apples last week, but now there's enough for all twenty-five of us. We should still be careful though.