Korim shrugged. "Sure thing," he said, ambling towards the house and whistling, flanked by two feathery dragons. He shooed them away before entering the hot smelliness of his kitchen. He grabbed a plate and piled food on it, knowing that there was a long journey ahead of him. Mallie, being her usual helpful self, was packing a bag full of sandwiches, fruit, and something similar to jicama sticks for what would be their first meal on the road.
She knew they would get sick of dried meat very quickly, so they might as well have something fresh at first.
Kevin followed Korim inside, entering the washroom to clean his hands before eating. After he was done he entered the kitchen, sitting down at the table. He looked around as everyone spoke to each other, catching bits and pieces of their conversation. He had grown to like the Corim family. In a way, they reminded him of his own.
Kevin took a piece of bacon off of the tray, slowly nibbling on it. He wasn’t that hungry, he was mostly impatient to leave.
Clary entered the kitchen, sitting at the table and piling her plate with food. She was in love with their pancakes, and wished she could get the recipe. The only thing stopping her was that she wouldn’t be able to get the ingredients on earth.