"Bowls? Bowls...hm...Oh yeah! Sure do, actually. I got a set because Dante is always craving ice-cream at the weirdest times. But I don't need four, so you can have the other two for food and water!" she chirped, scooting off and rummaging in her room in search of said dishes. A clatter of heavy ceramics suggested she'd succeeded.

"Here you go," she reached out, holding two bowls. They were thick and durable. Good enough for dog bowls until he found something he liked better.

"Feel free to keep 'em as long as you have to. I can always get more or bring something up from the cafeteria," she pointed out, cocking her head with a smile. Even if she knew, logically, he couldn't see anything she did, she figured expressions carried into a voice just like anything else. Besides, she was feeling pretty damned good, all things considered. After having such a shitty couple of months it was nice to not only have a new roomie, but a damned date.