Evie nodded in utter sympathy. "Daddy can't cook very well either. Neither can Shade. So we have a lot of take-out." She shrugged and seemed unbothered by the concept - living in a very bachelor household apparently made you immune to good nutritional concepts. "I don't mind but Calli and Antony sometimes complain. I really like Chinese. Have you had Chinese?"
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Apocalypse, huh?" He paused then and frowned. "So you reckon they'll get big enough t' get outta the cup eventually? I dunno how I feel about free-roamin' Evie. She'll try an' hug rabid dogs an' she's the sort t' go into a van t' see some guy's puppy. If you know what I mean."
