“Oh, sweet Mercury! What did you put in it, piss?” Brimley complained.
“Yes. That’s the secret to warming it up. I piss in it,” Santos retorted.
“Oh, now I don’t want it,” Brimley held the coffee cup away from her while looking for a place to put it down.
“Here. Let me,” Santos offered.
She mock handed him the cup, which he genuinely took, eliciting her to whine, “hey, give that back.”
In the living room, Cassie whispered, “it doesn’t make sense,” to Archel who kept one enormous eagle eye on the bickering soldiers. “Do people never grow up?”
“Chess,” Archel murmured. In stifling a yawn, all the feathers on his head and neck went ridged. “Game,” he exhaled. “Ooh,” he moaned, “I dreamed I was…” His beak fell and his lion’s shoulders slumped.