As Dodger slept, Alex called mentally to her siblings, asking for them to meet her
in the kitchen so that they could discuss their predicament. She glanced once more at
Dodger’s sleeping form before slipping on a tank and some shorts, and padded barefoot
to the kitchen. As she was the first to arrive, Alex started a pot of coffee, digging through the refrigerator as the coffee brewed.
“Well, looks like someone scored.” Chris called teasingly from behind her.
“Looks like you just rolled from sex.”
“That’s cause I just did.” Alex tossed her rumpled hair around her face as she whirled around with a half a gallon of ice cream. She reached for three spoons and plunked down at the kitchen table drawing one foot under her as she ate.
“On a scale of one to ten?” Chris asked, dipping he
