“What, you snuck out? Didn’t…tell him?” Jesse asks, his frown deepening in his confusion.
“What did you want me to do,” Daphne asks, giving him a genuine grin, “go knocking on bedroom doors and wake everyone up just to tell them I’m leaving? It is very early, Jesse, even if you keep psychotic child hours.”
“No, definitely don’t want you…knocking on doors…” Jesse murmurs, studying her for a moment as he processes the subtle information about closed doors and sleeping arrangements in the Palace last night. Then he works hard to fight a pleased smirk and turns his face away, lifting his chin towards the cab and starting over towards it. Daphne follows, suppressing her own grin.
As Daphne pulls the back door open and settles her breakfast inside a small pocket in her bag, Jesse knocks on t
