There are cans, at least, on the counter. Steph grabs one of the smaller ones--tomato paste?--and gives it a shake. She frowns, looking at them.
"Well... we've got some food. Canned stuff lasts forever, right? Whoever was in here last didn't like vegetables or strange canned meats. And blew up the microwave, probably."
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"Micro-wave. Close."
There are cans, at least, on the counter. Steph grabs one of the smaller ones--tomato paste?--and gives it a shake. She frowns, looking at them.
"Well... we've got some food. Canned stuff lasts forever, right? Whoever was in here last didn't like vegetables or strange canned meats. And blew up the microwave, probably."