"I'll handle it."
"Aren't you going to ask me what happened?"
"He messed with you. That means he was in the wrong."
Penelope was so touched she could have cried. She hugged her phone and kissed the screen. "You're the best, honey. When are you coming back? I'm going to welcome you home in a very special way."
"Is anyone there with you?"
Penelope’s eyes darted sideways. "Nope."
"I don't think 'way' is the right word."
"Huh?"
"The word you're looking for is 'position'."
Penelope blinked. She saw Norton and Timothy across from her, trying to stifle their laughter. She cleared her throat. "I… I don't know what you mean."
"Do you need me to be more direct?"
"No! I'll… I'll get myself all cleaned up and ready for you," she said, feigning shyness.
"I was talking about your cooking position!"
"What?"
"Aren't you going to cook me a welcome-home meal? Your posture is important. If it's wrong, the food won't taste right."
Penelope saw the mischievous grin on his face. He was deliberately teasing her.


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