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“Jesus you took your own sweet time getting down here,” Thorn whines like a petulant child when I enter the kitchen. Ace is pottering around the kitchen, moving things and muttering under his breath in Slovenian. I think he’s bitching about the layout of my state-of-the-art kitchen.
“I needed a shower. You didn’t say it was a damn emergency, or I’d have come quicker.”
“That’s not normally your problem,” he snickers.
“Asshole.” I flip him off. “What’s so important that it couldn’t wait until I was done working?”
“You mean sulking?” he jibes. Ace chuckles.
“You can fuck off too,” I say to Ace. “And if you hate the damn kitchen so much, rip it out and get a new one. I don’t care.”
“No need. Re…Preurediti? I move. Need space.”
I stare in disbelief at him. The kitchen's huge. How could he possibly need more space? My confusion must show on my face because he smirks at me and clarifies, “For Phoenix.”
Because that makes so much more sense. The smallest resident needs more kitchen space? I shake my head and Ace shrugs, coming to sit at the breakfast island in the centre of the room. I join him and Thorn on the stools.
“Well? What’s this about?”
“We need to get organised—” Thorn begins.
“Aha!” Ace interrupts. “Organise. I reorganise kitchen. Make better.”
“Huh? Oh, whatever. Forget I spoke. Can somebody get to the point, please?”
“We need to get organised for Christmas. It’s just around the corner and we need Phoenix back so that we can give them both the best damn holiday they’ve ever had. Agreed?”
“Agree,” Ace says with a firm nod of his head.
Actually, Ace does have a point. It would be nice to make up for the no doubt shitty Christmases that they’ve had in the past, but paramount in all of that is having Nix back where she belongs.
“Yeah, good point. Yeah, we should do this.”
“So Ace, you’ll take care of—”
“Food.”
“That’s what I was going to say,” Thorn tuts. “And I’ll do the decorations.”
“Yeah, make it look like one of those cheesy ass romantic chick flicks you both love,” I say.
“Yeah but I won’t go tacky. I’ll keep it nice.”
“Whatever. What do you want me to do?”
“Presents. Obviously.”
“Is there a limit?”
“It has to fit in the house?”
“Hmmm, no deal.”
“Well, what did you have in mind?”
“Dunno yet, but I like to keep my options open.”
“Ugh. Fine. Do what you want.”
