The door creaked open, and Jarlon's wide grin filled the doorway, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Guess who brought the best pickles in the world?" he announced loudly, boisterous. He held the large jar of pickles up like a prize. He rushed toward Lycus, practically shoving the jar into his hands before quickly going to the couch where Barbara and Calleum were sitting.
Lycus, who had been in a quiet moment with Barbara and Calleum, grunted slightly at the sound of Jarlon's boisterous entrance. Without a word, he took the jar from Jarlon, his large hand closing around it with ease. His brows furrowed in slight irritation—not at Jarlon, but at the sudden interruption—before he turned and walked toward the kitchen, muttering under his breath. "Pickles, huh?" he said, his voice deep and lo
