Stellan likes a quiet breakfast. Ain't many things worth having a routine for, but eating your scrambled eggs on toast in peace? Well, that's the bee's knees if you ask him.
Once in a while, routine gets balled up. It's the case this morning, when a very confident-looking kid sits down across from him. You've gotta be confident to do something like that. Gotta be a message from James, or Daniel, or someone else. Given everything that's going on, hardly a surprise. "Yeah?"