"You think so?" Pierce asked, rhetorically, before taking a sip of water. He pulled a piece of crust off of his sandwich - he always liked to start on the outside and work his way in. And grilled cheese was so simple, but actually one of his favorites. No need to whip up a gourmet meal now anyway.
The laugh that escaped the ice sculpture that was Mo made the corners of his mouth tilt upward in semblance of a smile. "It's very brave of you to assume that, my dear. Perhaps I will test the theory. I do remember some of the time in South Africa, which is essentially going back to the age of dinosaurs."