"The good news is we brought pizza," Carol offered. "And beer."
Dougal appeared as if summoned by magic. "Did someone say pizza?"
"And beer," Camden added, joining them. "Blessed be the providers."
"I'll let Onegus and Turner know," Grant said, pulling out his phone.
Later, dressed in new clothes that fit, fed and warm, Lokan stepped out on the cabin's front porch with Carol. She'd wrapped herself in a blanket, steam rising from her teacup.
"Look," she whispered, pointing up.
The Northern Lights were dancing across the sky in ribbons of green and gold, nature's light show unfolding above the silent forest.
"It's beautiful." He pulled her closer.
"Think we can do normal after all we've been through?" Carol asked softly.
"Probably not," Lokan admitted. "We'll have to find ways to amuse ourselves, or we'll suffer from withdrawal symptoms. Those Perfect Match adventures might provide some much-needed adrenaline boosts from time to time."
Carol laughed. "I don't think they have anything as crazy as what we've been through lately."
"Probably not."
