Pantheon glanced toward Mortimer Quincy and teased, "Holly, look at Mortimer's face. Do you really think we dare to pick up our chopsticks?"
Anna Willow couldn't help but laugh.
Holly Winslow tilted her head to look at Mortimer Quincy, then reached out to fix his upturned collar with a natural, practiced motion. She then said with a bright smile, "You look handsome."
Pantheon: "..."
'A miscalculation.'
'No need to eat. I'm already full.'
'They're just shoving their PDA down my throat.'
'And I brought it on myself.'
Mortimer Quincy raised his eyebrows in satisfaction. 'I'll begrudgingly forgive my wife for her double standards just now. I'll go a little easier on her when we get home...'
'...for half a minute.'
If Holly Winslow knew what he was thinking, she would have spit a mouthful of tea right in his face.
Zeke Zane had the server turn on the burner so they could start cooking the ingredients.
