Ethan's group, though clearly grateful for the refuge Mallory and her team had provided, quickly proved to be a mixed bag of personalities.
Greg was doing his best to prepare breakfast for everyone, though his cooking skills were put to the test by the sudden influx of mouths to feed. "I swear," he muttered as he flipped a skillet of scrambled eggs, "if one more kid asks me why the eggs aren't shaped like dinosaurs, I'm quitting."
Mallory leaned against the counter, sipping her coffee. "Honestly, I think you'd make a great kindergarten teacher."
Greg shot her a withering look. "If the apocalypse has taught me anything, it's that I have the patience of a caffeinated squirrel."
