Tyboll didn't speak much during dinner, but he ate an alarming amount of food. "Good food, she-wolf," was the only thanks she got from the cantankerous he-bear.
She didn't let his less-than-stellar social skills bother her. "You're welcome, and Thursday night now belongs to both of you," Mandy said looking between Patreous and his father. "I promise to cook each week, but the three of you have cleanup duty."
The young bear turned startled eyes to his father, but Tyboll just shrugged, lifted his plate, and piled a few other dishes on top, obviously choosing to pick his battles. The three males did as directed while Mandy browsed the internet. After father and son left, she turned to Honey. "I checked and my invoice says my package arrived today. Did you pick it up?"
Honey gave a smirk. "
