[His words give her pause. Her grandparents had always dreamt of a cabin just like that. She'd wanted to buy it for them eventually... if only the gig on her show had come sooner. When she answers him, her expression is more pained that it probably should be.]

It has four walls and a roof, and they're all intact. Don't need much more than that, do we?

[She glances to her satchel again, then pulls out the magazine and throws it in, making a point that it goes in face down. The truth is she has several copies in there, along with some eight by ten photos and an arsenal of Sharpies. Leftovers from a less than successful signing, which was the entire reason she'd gone to the zoo to destress. Clearly, that worked out just as planned.]

I've got kindling, though I'm not sure how long it will last us. We could break up the little bit of furniture that's left, but... that feels wrong.