The Arms Hotel, John and Zoe's Room, Late Saturday Morning

[bigdamndean]

Both Zoe and John had decided that today would be a good day to start looking for a new place to live. Zoe had a map of the island spread across the table, and was currently bent over it (as much as she could be, at least), making notes to herself, blissfully oblivious to anything else that might have been going on.

[For two certain wee ones.]