"You know you don't have to be sexually attracted to your queen, right?" Felix snorted thoughtfully, giving Lennon a pat on the thigh, a little higher than was probably necessary. "Pam's just got this neurotic school marm big dick energy. And I think we all know the only man for her is Fletcher. Or...I dunno, getting locked in her room with some Oliver and Owen friend fiction, but I don't think that counts. The plus side is that when the Zenith post-apocalypse rolls around, the lodge is probably gonna be the cleanest place to live under her rule. Down here it's just gonna be half-chewed toilet paper rolls and my underwear drying everywhere. And probably a lot of fish skeleton decor, considering how badass Aud is with that spear."