The assurance that the tears were for happiness instead of sadness helped relax Noah in a big way. His smile became a bit more genuine, his eyes sparkling with the typical exuberance only found in the very young. "Good," he said with a decisive nod, before his brow scrunched together in thought.
"Can we get something to eat, Dad?" he finally asked after a second. Noah was all for figuring out what was going on, and exploring their new surroundings, and making sure that the bad people weren't around. But he never did get to finish his waffles and, while he wasn't about to bring that up, he didn't want to stay hungry either.