Jon started to go for the secret hiding place when a voice asked behind him. "What are you doing?"
He whirled around, and started. It was Zoe. "Umm...making the bed, of course," he said, not wanting her to see what he was looking for. He started stripping the sheets.
"Oh," Zoe said. Jon glanced at her. Something was different about her in the way she was looking at him. She looked...well, not angry. She looked almost pleasant, and that oddly pleased him. "Do we have time for pancakes for breakfast?" She asked, curiously.
Pancakes actually sounded quite good, but Jon had bigger problems right now. Problems he couldn't solve with Zoe hanging around. How could he get rid of her?
