Ellie’s POV.
I wanted to do something nice for the seven of them. After everything they’d done, it warmed me in ways I couldn’t explain. So I decided I’d make them breakfast. It wasn’t much, but it was my way of saying thank you.
Later on, they started to wake up one by one and stumbled into the kitchen, their eyes still half-closed, and yawning.
“Yes! I can finally eat a lot again!” Jeremy whistled, practically diving into a seat beside Clarence.
“I missed your cooking, Ellie,” Axle said, plopping down across from me. “Everything you make is my favorite. I swear, I’d eat anything you gave me.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his flattery. “Come on, Axle. You don’t have to sweet talk me. I’m not one of those girls you can flatter by showering flowery words every time you open your
