Morgan had never been a talkative person in the morning. When she had first come to the warehouse she had tried to be more sociable over breakfast but as she began to settle in more she was growing more comfortable with just sitting back and watching the chaos. As the others began to make their way down Morgan simply welcomed them with a gentle smile. With a sip of her coffee she reflected over her short time in this place. She'd never much felt at home anywhere but this place didn't pretend to be a home, it was just safe. Safe was what she needed.

When the girl who insisted on being called Nyteshaed sat down it was clear she was looking - and likely feeling - a little worse for wear. At the mention of burning flesh Morgan wrinkled her nose but laughed it off. [color=ADD8E6]"I think I'll stick with the pancakes."[/color]

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Taking a seat Oscar rubbed his hands as he looked over the delicious food in front of him. Taking just the right amount was a careful skill he had put much work into: too much and others would complain, too little and you would definitely be going hungry. With so many to feed there were rarely left overs. He cheerily greeted everyone and for Celeste he signed 'Good Morning' as best as he could. Seeing the Devonshires begin to make their way down to the kitchen he grinned and called out. [color=FFA07A]"Ah! Thank you for being my alarm clock this morning, I would have hated to have missed such a glorious breakfast."[/color] He laughed and took a bite of bacon.