"Tell that to the 20-somethings around here," Oliver snorted as he headed for their plates. He grabbed both, with Jerome's plate in-hand, his own plate balanced on the crook of his arm, and his coffee in the other hand, figuring Jerome would follow up with the cake. Heading outside, he headed towards a tree about twenty feet away from the main house, far enough for some quiet but close enough to hear in case anything really went down inside.
The ground was flat enough that he could crouch and set his coffee down, then the plates, then ease himself into the welcome, breezy shade. It was humid and warm, a little much after being so acclimated to the cold, but damn if it wasn't nice.
Now that he was seeing things from the outside, he recognized the construction as an old plantation house. Upgraded, obviously, taking into account some of the more modern additions and the massive pool. He frowned thoughtfully to himself as the sound of faint music drifted from somewhere far down river, and he found his gaze moving to the trees, to the grass, then up to the sky. No birds. No insects. Just like Zenith. It send a shot of unease through him, reminding him that they likely had today, maybe tomorrow, before the tradition of shit hitting the fan continued.
Enjoy it, he reminded himself. He'd have lunch with Jerome, then go find Edwin. Then they'd deal with whatever was bound to come their way afterwards.
"So," he started, trying to get his mind back on track with their earlier conversation to keep the mood up. "Got any inclination to check out that pool later?"