Half an hour later, Ross cleaned up the remains of their breakfast and dumped it into the fire. The woody husks quickly burned to a fine ash. Throughout their meal, they had kept their conversation light, trying to avoid thinking about what lay ahead, but that easy, peaceful time had come to an end when the Isle violently shuddered, sending a cascade of small rocks down near the mouth of the cave.
“So, what kind of things are we looking at today? Godzilla? Thanos? The Minions?” Ross asked in a half-joking tone.
Gem looked at him and frowned. “I am not familiar with those things. Are they bad?” she asked.
Ross rubbed the back of his neck and dryly laughed. “Only one of them really. It was a bad joke,” he said with a crooked smile of apology.
She stared at him for a second and nodded. “O
