Page 409 of End Game

“And garlic powder is technically used more often, but if I'm going by use frequency it should be closest to the front, except then onion powder—”

“Dex.”

“What?”

Micah watches me.

That look.

The one where his face barely changes, and somehow I know he's been paying attention for longer than I realized.

I close the cabinet.

Open it again.

Move the cumin.

Put it back.

“I'm fine.”

Neither of them says anything.

“Which is rude, actually.”

Ronan lowers his tablet. “What is rude?”

“The silence.”

“You just informed us you're fine.”

“I am.”

“Then there is nothing to respond to.”

I point at him. “That. That thing you do.”

“Use words accurately?”

“Yes.”

“That sounds difficult for you.”

Micah snorts.

I glare at both of them.

Then open the fridge.

Nothing new has appeared since four minutes ago.

Close it.

My phone buzzes.

I grab it.

Email.