Imogen had been really worried that Dylan’s reaction to the chili peppers would leave him suffering for several days.

“Okay,” Dylan hoarsely replied.

Imogen let him eat the porridge by himself. There was nothing else to go with it, but the porridge had a little bit of salt sprinkled in, giving it some flavor.

Dylan was hungry, so he quickly finished the bowl of oatmeal porridge.

“Do you want more? There’s another bowl’s worth in the thermos.”

Dylan shook his head. It was late, and he did n