"I knew I should've escaped while I had the chance," I say, throwing him a small grin as I dig into my eggs. I'm trying. I really am. And the way he's smiling back at me makes me think I'm mostly succeeding. Either that or he's just being nice enough to not point out how much I'm failing.

The eggs, as expected, are delicious. As is the bacon, of course. I eat everything in minutes, grateful that shoveling food into my mouth gives me an excuse to not try to fill the silence with anything stupid.