Fallon’s reaction was the same as always and it made Malou smile softly to herself, a slight edge of pride to it. Smells delicious hadn’t always been Fallon’s phrase. Malou turned her back to Fallon and spooned herself a serving as well.

She was just sitting down when Fallon spoke again. “Someone you’ve just met and have had little conversation with?” Malou suggested, taking a bite of the warm porridge. It seemed a question that was either too easy to be asked or too philosophical to consider for this early in Fallon’s morning. “Why?”