They had the dinner that Zafira prepared for everyone from the food cards. They even have a small bonfire in the middle of the house’s vacant living room. The house they were in was just a house, without any furniture or any sign the house was being inhabited.
So, they set up their cots in the living room around the small bonfire they built in the middle of the room. They are like a group of campers gathered in the living room.
“Are you sure we are safe here?” Gemma asked, still wary of the surroundings.
“Dear, the place seems secured. Do not worry,” Migo told her.
Gemma looked at him with a scowl.
“I am not talking to you, dear,” she said and Migo pouted.
“Come on, Gems. Be nice to your mate,” Zafira told her.
Gemma looked at Zafira.
“I am being nice. You were the one who made y
