[If you had told Faye a few weeks ago that she would hate living in a place where there was a seemingly never ending supply of free food and clothes, she would have said something was clearly wrong with your head.

Funny what a difference a few weeks and a pair of wings make.

Faye is bored out of her skull. She's currently sitting in Good Spirits with her book/communicator/thing/whatever open on the table and a deck of cards in her hands.]

Ugh, I've seen left-overs from the fridge with more life than this place.

How about we kick things up a notch, huh?

[She sits up straighter, smiles winningly, and shuffles her deck.] Anyone interested in a little game? We'll bet chores instead of cash. It'll be fun~