"Wait, they did what?" Cicero asked, his voice full of outrage on my behalf.
When I came home he was actually cooking in the kitchen. When I walked in and looked at him he smiled over his shoulder and said he decided she needed something a little bit more balanced than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He then got a look at my expression, put down the knife he was using to chop vegetables and pointed to the chairs at my small kitchen table. He told me to sit and explain what could've put that look on my face. I could tell he was concerned that I had some sort of weird vision.
But when I finished he had given up all pretenses of cooking and was watching me, furious. "I'm fairly certain we can convince Kenneth to hex them for you," he said after a moment.
I was barking out the laugh bef
