The children were eating their dinner at the dining table, Claire's second mouth being wiped by Alma before Claire could let her curls go loose again. The only Peculiar that didn't sit for supper was the arachnid.

"Where's [_]?" Alma questioned, finishing a bite of the salmon on her plate as she eyed the peculiar children.

"Up there, Miss Peregrine." Millard pointed with his invisible finger to the corner of the roof.