"Am I the only one that feels the familiarity pang…?"
Athena looked up from her phone—and from the piece of Ewan's toasted bread she was eating. Ewan, who had left with her friends and the children to drop them off at their locations before stopping at his company.
She was mildly startled when she saw Spider step into the dining room, pluck a toasted slice from the large plate, and settle down with a small grin.
"Ewan's bread…" he murmured, sniffing it before taking a bite. "I don't think I can ever forget his own kind."
Athena was fast becoming a believer of that.
"No, you're not the only one that feels it," she said, answering his question, dropping her phone on the table and the bread in her hand too.
"Have you found out where it's originating from?"
Spider shook his head, chewing thoughtfully. "But I'm sure it will come in due time. I have a sharp brain."
