When they looked out into the rest of the house and it was all familiar and quiet, it had the feeling like she'd left it like that. There was a mug beside the couch, a blanket there and it just felt like her own. Claire could relax a little, bare feet soft of the floors as she made their way out. "We really do," she said as she looked around.
But they could focus on the strange feeling and confusion or they could just kind of ignore it and she grabbed bowls and the cereal, spoons and milk, laying them out on the counter. Peter seemed to need his hand to keep his pants on and so Claire poured both bowls and carried them over to the lounge area.
"I'm from New York," she said after she took a bite. "Hells Kitchen, what about you?"