After hanging up on the phone, Micah went to find Alexander. He found him in the kitchen, where he had been for a while. He was wearing a ridiculous pink frilly apron, and when he saw Micah, he smiled, so, of course, he had to smile back slightly.
“Hey,” Micah said.
“Hey,” he replied.
“What are you doing?”
“I am baking.”
“You bake?”
“Yep.”
“Where did you find the ingredients to bake?”
“They were just here.”
“And you don’t find that weird?”
“Now that I’ve said it out loud, yes, I see the concern. But the brownies are ready.”
“You made brownies?” Micah asked as he took a tray out of the oven.
“Yes. Let them cool down and we’ll have some.”
“As much as I love brownies. You’re having the first bite, I’m not about to die of being poisoned.”
He rolled his eyes. A comfortable silence
