Freyja
“Feeling better?” I asked Elle when we arrived for breakfast.
“I am starving,” she sighed as she sat down at the table.
“Joshua is going to show us his renderings on that software he used,” I said. “Then I think we should show them to Peter and see if that will jog his memory.”
“Okay,” she said as she dug into a mountain of eggs, her hips wiggling away. “These are so good!”
“Some things never change,” Elias chuckled as he walked by with Ginny.
“I wonder if the happy food dance is genetic?” I pondered out loud.
“I hope so,” Everett chuckled.
I enjoyed these little moments of semi-normalcy. We could act like ourselves for a meal before we went off to hunt alien creatures. I was glad that the stressors of being a protector could be lifted a bit to r
