YERSIE
Not in the slightest.
BRADY
I’m wounded.
CAPTAIN CLARKE
Kolache sounds like a made up word.
CAY
All words are made up.
ROSE
A kolache is a Czech pastry, but really common in Texas because Czech people immigrated there in the 1800’s. And, also, y’know, Americans love stealing ideas. Sometimes it has sweet filling but in TX it’s usually sausage.
CAPTAIN CLARKE
Isn’t that just pigs in a blanket?
ROSE
In TX? Essentially.
BRADY
It is NOT pigs in a blanket
Z
**photo attachment**
looks like pigs in a blanket
BRADY
I swear it’s different. You just haven’t tried it yet. And the one I had was completely surrounded by the puff pastry, not just half-ass wrapped like that.
CAPTAIN CLARKE
So it’s like calzone?
BRADY
IT’S NOT A CALZONE!
“You know, just because I told you, doesn’t mean we’re friends,” Darcy says, eyeing me skeptically.
I shovel a spoonful of scrambled eggs into my mouth. “God I hope not.” I grin. Darcy’s frown deepens. “But like Coach said, where I go, you go.”
“Not on a hike,” she argues. “And why are you using a spoon?”
My gaze drops to the metal utensil, and I look back up at her, quirking a brow. “Because a spoon is a completely normal thing to eat eggs with?” Darcy’s eyes lock with mine, and she shakesher head slowly. I take another bite, flashing a cocky grin. “What, do they only serve eggs with pitchforks in hell?”
She rolls her eyes, but the corners of her lips twitch against her will. I’ll take it. Hell, even just her sitting beside me this morning is a goddamn miracle.