Jace felt Bishop's hand on his back, a simple gesture, but it was as effective as a hand on his collar holding him back. He didn't intend to cause any trouble, but he was still jumpy from the day before and this whole situation made him uncomfortable. He was ready for anything. Almost.
He was prepared for a fight, for a confrontation, or for a conversation or a hostile interrogation. Jace was prepared to be thrown out onto the street or to be confined to their quarters, or to somewhere less comfortable. He was ready for the absolute worst case scenario. The one thing he wasn't prepared for was a tribe leader who was reading a book about bunnies and offering them breakfast. He blinked at Wolf as if the man was from another planet before recalling that he'd asked their names. "I'm Jace."
He stepped into the kitchen and looked around, exchanging stunned looks with Bishop. "Well ain't that quaint," Jace muttered. This place really was like a step back in time, to a simpler, more normal world.
He still had his doubts about this tribe and about its leader, but the mention of food quickly pushed those doubts aside. He couldn't actually remember the last time he'd eaten. The day before had been too full of unpleasant distractions to actually worry about any sort of nourishment and he'd long ago gotten used to merely eating whenever there was something available.
"Yeah, that would be great," he said, hoping he didn't sound as shocked and impressed as he felt, that would just be embarrassing. "This is quite the set up you people have here."