Troy laughed under his breath in response to Star's comment directed at Lizzie. The smile on his face would quickly disappear however when number two began to a wonder aloud about them being found.
"Well as long as we keep the lights off and keep a low profile we should be safe here until the morning since I blocked the entrance with a few rows of trees. We should probably leave out early tomorrow though, under the cover of darkness just to be safe."
At the end of his sentence Troy's stomach would begin to grumble and he'd realize he had no patience to wait for fish to defrost and an oven to preheat, so after turning off the living room and kitchen lights Troy would unwrap the pizzas and stick them into the oven - turning the temperature up to 500.
"Let's hope that speeds things up" he'd mutter to himself, not much of a patient or well trained cook.
After throwing the fish into a pan, sliding the pan into one of the steamers, and then turning the appliance's timer up as high as it would go Troy took a seat on one of the bar stools at the Kitchen's bar - several feet back from the others and just barely within the circle of light created from the fire.
Suddenly he'd notice Star stand and make her way back over towards the Kitchen and he'd watch with a raised eyebrow as she began to search furiously through the empty cabinets- eventually finding an old jar of Nutella.
It was a bit childlike how she stuffed each spoonful of hazelnut chocolate spread into her mouth so he couldn't help but laugh at her.
"Hungry I take it?" he'd joke as he shifted in his seat.
Troy would linger in silence for a moment before speaking up again.
He'd take the next ten minutes or so to repeat the same story he had told to Star hours ago in the restaurant to Lizzie and Adam, adding a few random extra details here and there.**
"I'm pretty sure they don't wanna round us up for a tea party, my best guess is they wanna lock us up, study us, perhaps use us for something..... whatever it is I'm pretty sure it isn't anything good."
Scratching the back of his head Troy would sigh for a moment before walking over to the oven and opening it's door.
The cheese on the pizzas was slightly burnt and the dough was a bit white still but it was good enough for him, so after pulling it out and placing it on the counter he'd pull out a knife and plate, half one of the pies, and put a whole half of pepperoni pizza on a old plastic plate before making his way back to his bar stool.
"If you have any questions I'll try to answer them but- " Troy would pause to take a bite of his rather large "slice" of pizza, which wasn't all that bad. "-I can't promise you any of the answers will make you feel any better."
His blunt honesty would be muffled by the food in his mouth, but Troy was still able to speak clearly enough to get his point across before taking another bite.
** View page one for the whole story Troy told Star in case you forgot it. =)