Morning light came through Sophie's windows, bright enough to wake Noah up. He smelled food cooking, which was strange. Kelvin had made breakfast yesterday, and Diana definitely wasn't the cooking type.
He pulled on clothes and headed downstairs. Sophie stood at the stove, hair pulled back in a ponytail, wearing casual clothes instead of her usual tactical gear.
"Morning," she said, glancing over her shoulder. "Figured it was my turn to cook."
"You can cook?"
"Don't sound so surprised. I practically lived alone with my dad being always busy and my independent drive, I had to learn basic survival skills."
Noah moved to stand beside her, looking at the pan where eggs were actually cooking properly instead of burning. "Smells good."
"It's edible at least." She plated the food with care. "Can you grab plates from the cabinet? We should probably feed everyone before we start planning world domination."
