<div align="center">Kyle</div><br/>At Giselle’s mention of the security risks at his home, Kyle shrugs his broad shoulders. “They are not high security measures. Until last night we were not in a high risk area. The town was hundreds of miles from any national borders. Both the east and west borders are on oceans. Our neighbors to the north are friendly with many of the same values of our nation. To the south they may not be entirely friendly but they are for the most part not hostile. The chance of enemies being here are almost nonexistent. They are simple measure to discourage casual criminals truly serious criminals would have little to no interest in our town.”<br/><br/>Escorting Giselle back down to the kitchen Kyle promptly opens the refrigerator and looks inside. After a short time of searching he pulls out a plastic container with some left over fried chicken in it. He also grabs a pitcher of unsweetened iced tea. Setting the two plastic containers on the counter top he then goes back to the frig and pulls open one of the drawers. He extracts two apples. He closes the frig and hands one apple to Giselle. Setting the other apple on the counter he then opens a cabinet and pulls out two glasses. Putting the glasses and apple on top of the chicken container he carries everything over the small table.<br/><br/>After setting everything down on the table Kyle pulls out one of the chairs. He places one of the glasses in front of that chair. He then pours some tea into the glass. Sitting in the chair at the opposite side of the table he fills the glass with tea. Taking the apple he then removes the cover over the chicken. He reaches in and pulls out a drumstick. He smiles at Giselle saying, “Mom’s fried chicken, it doesn’t get much better than that. Sit down relax and dig in.” He leans back in his chair and takes a bite from the drumstick obviously enjoying the taste.