Don't They Know It's The End Of The World?

[J. Alfred Darrow]

Oh, good. Paul was laughing. That meant he probably wasn't taking this entire thing too seriously, and Alfred wouldn't offend him by reminding him, gently, that he needed to stop this nonsense and come eat something. He could tell them the rest of the doomsday story over food, if he wanted. Though Alfred wasn't particularly enthused by the idea of listening to Paul ramble about the ruins over dinner, he'd come to expect as much since they'd started staying here.

"Right. Well. Dinner," he said rather unceremoniously, nudging his head back the way they'd come.