Mouse made her way back to the breakroom to clean up the rest of her lunch as Deacon walked in behind her. "Finish your lunch, Mouse. Darci would have my head if I didn't let you eat enough." Mouse sat down in her chair, "Thank you, Deacon, I appreciate it. I am hungry today. I'm finally able to eat a good solid meal." Deacon smiled widely, "Wonderful news! I am sure that it's a load off of Darci's mind as well." Mouse understood what Deacon meant by his statement. Darci was always worried about Mouse getting enough food to eat. "Between her and Leena, I'm bound to be fat by the end of the year. Of course, add working here to it with all of the treats in the cafe, and I'm sure I'll be fat." Deacon laughed. "Mouse, I don't think with your age and metabolism that you could be fat, considerin
