Miriam was cooking something and she glanced up almost apologetically. "It's just grilled cheese," she said sheepishly, "but I'll also be making tomato soup."
She nodded, returning to her place. "Better safe than sorry. Besides, if he doesn't eat it then I will."
"I'll make her one anyway," she said cheerfully, sliding the hot sandwich onto a plate and cutting it in half meticulously before sliding it over to Avice. "Here you are."
Jack woke a few minutes later, his eyes fluttering in the dim light. He sat up and Aubrey shifted, holding onto his shirt.