"Just follow this street straight ahead for about a kilometer. When you get to the neighborhood supermarket, turn left. There are a lot of houses on that street, but House Number Three is easy to spot—it's the tallest and prettiest one!"
Naomi Kenway nodded her thanks to the villager, and the family set off in the direction they had pointed.
Naomi Kenway was appreciating more and more the perks of having Ethan Shaw along. She didn't have to do a thing except watch TV in the living room, a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice that Ethan had just made sitting beside her.
Ethan Shaw wasn't in the living room; he had taken the suitcases to the bedroom to unpack, with Ian trailing behind him to help.
The production team handed over a task card. Naomi Kenway opened it to see that it instructed the guests to sort out their own dinner.
This was a standard move for the production team.
The sound of footsteps echoed as Ethan Shaw came down the stairs, carrying Ian. "A new task?"
