Stairwell, Saturday morning

[solo_sword]

After waking up and deciding that it just wasn't fair that breakfast places here didn't deliver, John and Jaina pulled themselves out of bed to go get something. It didn't seem at all strange that they'd done something like this last year, either, because it had sort of gotten overshadowed by the arrival of children.

Yeah.

"You live too high up," Jaina said as they made their way down the stairs. "It's further away from the food."


[For certain people.]