Nothing solves problems better than an honest conversation over a hot beverage. We don't have the latter, but talking alone seemed to do the trick. Isaac mentions feeling a bit peckish. Ezekiel is the same. Fine. Zak should eat something. This morning was fine for Lime and he's doing well. EVERYONE WAS GIVEN WHAT THEY NEEDED. Enough of this plain, tasteless water. Isaac is really craving a cup of coffee. Real, true blue American coffee, the kind that you can drink five cups and still feel sleepy. But where are we going to find that in this wasteland? Well, Isaac's favorite diner is... er, used to be, a few blocks away. Maybe someone should go on a coffee run? But who? PICKED ISAAC.
