Rory was staring with intense concentration at a plate of asparagus smothered in strawberry jam. Not just staring—scrutinizing it with the focus of a bomb disposal expert trying to decide which wire to cut. She tilted her head, considering the arrangement from different angles.
"Still not right," she muttered, reaching for the peanut butter.
"Please tell me you're conducting a science experiment and not actually planning to eat that," Sunny said from the doorway, her expression hovering somewhere between fascination and horror.
"Don't judge until you've tried it." Rory slathered peanut butter across the already jam-covered asparagus. "The baby wants what the baby wants."
"The baby has terrible taste."
"Takes after its aunt."
Sunny clutched her chest in mock offense. "How dare you? I
