Amber shook her head. The muffins did look good,
but she really wasn't hungry, although orange juice
would have been good. She felt awkward asking, and
she definitely wasn't going to go get it herself,
since she still felt like a guest here, but she
decided that she needed to make herself act as if this
was home if she really wanted it to start feeling that
way.
"Is there any orange juice?" she asked.
Philip served up an extra glass of milk and a glass of orange juice and
then, once he put the containers back in the fridge, went to set them before
the two and reached over for a muffin before taking a seat himself and
sitting back to relax, well as much as one could under the circumstances of
guests that weren't really guests now walking through the House and the
shelanker he pulled last night.
