And Ellie pretty much always slept in pajama pants and a tank top, so they were okay there. Easing herself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, she stretched with a small yawn, pulling the hair tie off her wrist and tying her hair back in a loose ponytail as she followed Mike down the hall.

"I don't cook very well. At all. People have tried to teach me, it's just not clicking." She once set water on fire. Don't ask. She doesn't know how she did it.


"We do have sausage and eggs in the fridge. I can make toast. That's it."