Find a spot to lay down and eat, rip open the bag and start on the first of 3 chicken breasts... picking it apart, enjoying. Whoever cooked this new what they were doing!!!
While eating I replay the whole kitchen thing this morning... trying to figure out why I have an odd feeling about something from it. The 'kids' were a little odd, but I've seen stranger. The fact they were with Geoff is a little harder to figure out.... Nice bear, but never saw him as the Foster dad type, though he seems very comfortable with them, almost like he expected them?? ... seems to have a bit of intuition, but not yet in control of it?
Grunan said more than I've seen her say yet, but not enough to figure her out. I get a strong sense of majic, with something else... Would like to talk with her, but not sure how to start that conversation...
Alka... haven't really seen much of him, seems thoughtful, but thinking about it he was cooking when I came in and I never saw him eat... may have felt crowded?? Hoping I wasn't why he left the kitchen.
Fable, very nice, seems to be well traveled, and pretty sharp. Would like to talk about the travels...
I keep coming back to the 'kids', for some reason the thought 'old' sticks in my head..... will keep my eyes on them when I can.
I reach down to grab another chicken breast and realize all 3 of them are gone... I look at the sun and realize I've been here longer than I thought, so I grab the plastic bag, get up and pad back toward the main building, going by the pool and the treehouse on the way, still trying to wrap my head around the feeling of impending.. what, not doom, thankfully, but change?