"What?! Crepes? Again?? Why, why, why?"
In the office, Rose Jennings let out a wail of pure, theatrical agony, slumping over her desk as if the very sight of the paper bag in Ethan Gray's hand had personally wounded her. She had eaten egg crepes for breakfast every morning that week, and her stomach had finally filed a formal complaint.
"Boss, is your family in the crepe business or something? Wait, no. Your family runs a kindergarten. And the babies don't even eat crepes. Their little baby teeth can't chew through the wraps."
Ethan Gray chuckled and dropped the bag in front of her anyway. "Crepes are good for you. Wholesome grains. Plenty of nutrients. The more you chew, the stronger your jaw muscles get."
"Jaw muscles? I don't want to grow a buckteeth-girl jaw, thank you very much."
