That was easier than he thought it might be. They weren't strangers and Meira seemed to know him on some level, but that had been no guarantee of agreement. At least he'll have the opportunity to keep an eye on her.

With the toast going, Devin got started on the eggs. 'Nice' was not a term that was often applied to him. "I try to do what's right," Devin hedged. "You're on your own, aside from the cat. It's the least I can do while you're here."

What was he supposed to do with her? Depending on how long this lasted, Devin would have to do more than just feed and house her. The dynamics of caring for a child were expansive and frankly a little terrifying. "Speaking of," he continued, stirring the eggs around with a bit of milk, "what kinds of things do you like to do?"