Pam seemed pretty oblivious to everyone’s attitude in her statement, even though Oliver himself had said that the secrets ordeal was nothing compared to what the girls had gone through just moments before. But she was tired, and worn out, and most of the rest of their walk to the diner was spent telling Mr. Pecky to stay still, or complaining about how gross she felt. She put the rooster back down as soon as they had made their way inside, then laid across one of the booth seats until she was given some tea. She was pretty sure that, at least at that moment, it was probably the best tea she had ever had, even with it just being a standard bag of Lipton.
She was caught up in the teat enough that she almost missed the offer for food, and while she looked st Kiley, sure that she wanted to get to Chase, Pam wasn’t sure that they’re make it that far, running on empty like they were. “I’d love an egg, sweetie, thank you,” she replied to Oliver, before zoning out on her tea again.
“I wouldn’t mind an egg, either,” Edwin said softly, staying near the kitchen to help. They needed breakfast too, after all.