Vriska pops into her hive (or house, as the humans call it for whatever reason) absentmindedly heads for the kitchen. Something smelled good, which wasn't unusual. She pops the lid off the top of the pot on the stove and grabs a spoon to sample, then another. Hope it didn't need that steam!

Then she heads for the fridge, grabs a soda and heads to the living room. She can hear Kaz singing off key in another room and rolls her eyes, plops herself down on the couch and turns the television waaaaaaaay up while she sips her soda and starts counting the dollar bills she's swindled from dumb saps earned while on the job today.