The smell of sugary sweet French toast permeated through the air as Kat followed Devin and Nikki down the stairs. Even though she’d had a
full Scottish breakfast this morning, the mere thought of French toast was enough to make her hungry. In her house, food was like gold— easily stolen and highly valuable. And despite her size, Kat’s stomach was akin to a bottomless pit which often left her hungry. Spying some toast, she quickly placed one on a plate and, following Nikki’s example, tossed some powdered sugar over top.
“Hey Nikki! Excuse me if I’m wrong but don’t the Dutch have these amazing small, round pancakes?” She remembered a family trip, aka a mission, to the Netherlands where the younger Glass Castillo’s had gone crazy over those pancakes.
Those things were amazing! Hearing someone thank Chris she spotted him and slightly cocked her head as she considered what she knew about him. After her innocent comment earlier he had responded a tad offensively for Kat. Granted, she did go to an all-girls school the last couple of years but still. She wasn’t very comfortable with him. On the other hand, he made French toast. And she
really liked French toast. Deciding to let go of her unease for a bit, she called out
“ Thanks for the French toast Chris! These are pretty good.” She sent him a soft smile before she turned towards Jack.
She sent Jack a bright smile before she quipped,
“ I can cook just as long as you do the dishes. Deal? ” Kat loved cooking, which was just as well since most of her siblings couldn’t cook. The only one who could cook passably well was Matias and that was just because he was constantly hungry.
She heard everyone throwing out ideas about the courses here S.P.I.G.A and decided to input what she’d learned from her siblings as well.
“From what my siblings told me, we do a mix of practical and theoretical. Then I believe we have weapons training and, like Shiro said, missions.” While she knew a lot about her siblings experiences, she truly had no clue what S.P.I.G.A has in store for them. It could all change in a blink of an eye.
Just then a gruff voice called from the entryway. Turning her head Kat had to almost strain to reach the new kid’s head.
So this is Rusu. He was the guy who lived across from her. Kat had been trying to figure out who her neighbour was and finally here he was. Tall and pretty intimidating with an almost deadpan stare. So Kat did what she did best, she smiled warmly at him.
“Hey Iosef! I’m Kat. Glad to have you on the team. Do you want anything to eat?” She gestured to the toast before realizing that she had a bag of candy clutched in her left hand.
“Oh and guys, if you want any candy I have,” she gestured to the mix in the baggie,
“some British, and Mexican candy.” Plopping it on the table in front of her she waved towards the bag encouraging everyone to grab some
chamoy, British chocolate bars and
Mrs. Tilly’s Scottish fudge. This was only a small percent of the stash she had hidden up in her room so she wasn’t sad to share it with everyone else. And what better way to become a team then to bond over candy.