Lorraine Hughes pulled Nathan Bolton in through the door, showing off her handiwork, "I made all of this, impressive right?"
Nathan Bolton patted her head, "You've worked hard, wifey."
"Let's eat."
As soon as she said that, The Devil, Frederic Clarke, and Red Fox immediately sat and started grabbing food like they hadn't eaten in ages.
"Where's Noah?"
The three remained silent and none of them volunteered to call him.
But it was the weary-looking Nathan Bolton who said, "I'll go get him."
It wasn't his first time at the 916 base, so he was pretty familiar with the place.
He successfully knocked on Noah Carter's door, "Dinner's ready?"
"Why are you here?!"
"Not eating?"
"Why do you care?"
Nathan Bolton turned on his heel to leave, "If you don't eat, that's fine, more for me. I can't let my wife's hard work go to waste."
"No way."
Noah Carter and Nathan Bolton sat on either side of Lorraine Hughes.
Noah extended his hand, "Check my pulse, I might be too angry."
