Eiger rests her hand on the top of the fridge with a measured sigh.
"Which one of you is putting back empty jars?" She holds out a jar at the eye level of her human team. Hide glances up from the table, watching gnarled chunks of forgotten imitation olives swirl around in the purple brine.
"Oh, my fault, sorry," Blitz says, sliding over in his desk chair. "I'll take it."
"Thank you," Eiger deadpans, turning back to the fridge. She scans the meager shelves, until--
"Oh, God, Blitz," Hide cringes.
Eiger turns toward Hide, then cranes back around to try and get an eye on Blitz. She regrets even looking once her gaze lands on him at his desk, drinking the olive juice straight from the jar. She shuts the fridge suddenly, with enough force to rock back a little.
"Suddenly I have no appetite."