“Sorry about yesterday,” said Buddy when Dom passed over the basket of red, white, and pink egg-related items that Kiko had thrown together sometime this week.
“Are you and Kiko…?” began Martha as she wrote up the donation on a list.
“Yes, we’re together. Still,” said Dom, somewhat irritated. It wasn’t enough that he and Kiko argued in private, no; the whole of Mount Angus had to pry into any situation that could potentially result in drama. He agreed with Kiko that this holiday was the worst.
“See, no harm done,” said Buddy to Martha. Dom was unimpressed.
“You can’t bring any more pets over,” he said. Buddy opened his mouth. “I’m handling it.”
“Buddy Angus will be glad to hear it,” said the brewmeister. “I just hope it’s not too late.”
Well, if Buddy was counting on a couple of eggs
