Swiftcurrent Creek Let me go, I wanna die in the disco

The question was somewhat personal; Moss drew in a breath, and put up her guard again. The truth of the matter was that she couldn't think of anything that brought her joy- not immediately, anyway. Nothing substantial. What she did, she did as though it was simply written into her programming- it didn't mean she enjoyed it. 

She shrugged. "Food." 

It wasn't a lie, and for one as large as her, it made perfect sense. But it was a mask, more than anything else. 

"You?"