Beejoux
The mice scurried around in the empty cage, paws scratching against the bare glass floor. "Well, I'm reminding you," he informed her, settling the lid into place and triple-checking it with the fussiness of an old lady. "And I'll remind you again, if you upgrade take out to a buffet."
Chores completed, he seized her hand with the enthusiasm of a child, already tugging her towards the door. From one adventure to the next, even if the adventure in question was a half hour at the pet store meticulously color-coordinating rodent supplies and an hour of stuffing his face.
