"So, what brings you two, lovers, in Refuge Sarah? That's not exactly the type of refuge that you would like to visit anymore, indeed. Not after the raid of several years ago, indeed...", the old woman said as she took three cups of tea. She had a snack that resembled cookies as well, and it had a slightly salty taste.
Salty cookies were something quite common in all refuges. A type of ancient recipe that your grandmother would do to you. Since sweet flavor was quite difficult to achieve, sweet cookies were just a myth that people weren't sure about its existence. The same goes for tea, though the leaves of most teas were bittersweet.
"I was a resident of this refuge before the raid," Dean admitted with a serious face. Claire was sitting on his lap, hugging him tightly and making him feed her while he talked with the old woman.
