POV: Echo Raising an eyebrow, I gave Atlas a questioning look when he turned in the opposite direction of the lift from our bedroom. I’d assumed that we were going to be going to the kitchen to grab snacks and that there was probably some kind of living room with a TV that we could use like they had in Red Stone. Giving me a mischievous grin, he turned and walked into an open-style kitchenette that had a full-sized refrigerator, a large microwave, several cupboards, a counter and sink, and a small pantry. There was an island with cupboards on one side and stools on the other. The lights ran in a strip, all pointing towards the wall of cupboards, and away from the opposite end of the room. Squinting, I could just make out several couches. Chuckling, Atlas gently lowered me to my feet, taking my hand and leading me to the small pantry. When he opened it, I gaped in awe at the sheer number of bags of chips that were neatly arranged on the shelves. I had seen and smelt many of them in R
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