Myron had woken late and then spent a few hours writing, which wasn't unusual. Of course, most of it had been crap, but that also wasn't unusual. You had to get rid of the rubbish before you struck gold. Of course, that was about the only part of his day which had been anywhere near normal. It turned out this place didn't get any less mental the more time you spent here.
His point was proven when he was accosted by a young woman as he was on his way to lunch. He'd been walking, head down, thoughts elsewhere, when all of a sudden there were arms around him. Myron had had overzealous fans jump out at him before, but it didn't mean he appreciated it. Instead he froze in her embrace for a second before carefully peeling himself away.
"Uh.." He said, uncertainly. She was pretty and vaguely familiar, in a distant kind of way. It was only when she introduced herself that it all fell into place.
"Right. Yeah, Kirley told me about you." Myron eyed Savannah with renewed interest. So this was the daughter he'd heard about. Myron couldn't say that he'd ever imagined his friend as the parental type, although the way Kirley got around he was kind of baffled how this hadn't happened sooner.
"I - sure," he agreed. Myron wasn't exactly in the habit of eating meals with strangers. But this woman hardly counted, did she? By all intents and purposes, she was family. "And yeah, it seemed as good a place as any."