Page 110 of Override
Me:
I decided to make my father breakfast.
Several seconds pass.
Taibhse:
That seems statistically likely to end badly.
I laugh softly.
Me:
Wait for it.
Three dots appear.
Taibhse:
Oh no.
The smile grows.
Me:
I was making pancakes.
Taibhse:
Still sounds wholesome.
Me:
I set a dish towel on fire.
The response is instant.
Taibhse:
There it is.
I laugh hard enough that I nearly drop my phone. A second message follows.
Taibhse:
How much of the kitchen survived?
Me:
Most of it.
Taibhse:
"Most" is carrying a lot of weight in that sentence.
I bite back another smile.
Me:
