05-31-2020, 01:19 AM
He couldn’t help the grin, both at Christian’s words and then at Ana’s too. Their friendliness warmed him. He wrapped his hands around the mug of tea, which he’d left black but for a dash of milk. “Actually, Nox said something about staying for food? If that's okay with you. He likes cooking, but we don’t have anything like this at home.” Which was to say they didn’t have a kitchen at all, though of course he didn’t say it; it seemed the sort of thing they might be inclined to worry over. “Perhaps we could all eat together?”