#Chapter 419 – Foundling Club

“I think it’s nice,” Jackson says, looking around the yurt. “Thank you!” Midnight says, quite pleased, lounging back on her little bed and squeezing one of her new stuffie toys to her chest. “It’s great for camping, but come on Jacks, this is not nice for a house – please don’t encourage her,” Jesse sighs, a little frustrated with his friend. “Nicer than a lot of places I lived when I was growing up,” Jackson murmurs, reaching for another cookie on the plate and eating it in one bite. “Do you have anything else to eat?” “We have cabbage!” Midnight eagerly volunteers, dashing for the kitchen. “Great,” Jackson says, his eyebrows going eagerly up. Jesse just rolls his eyes, because he did indeed forget that Jackson and Midnight are both members of the foundling club, and that in trying to have this discussion with them he was going to be sincerely outnumbered. After a great deal of negotiation, Jesse convinced Midnight to vanish them back here to the yurt so that they co