“Ah, looks like we’ve found the fun part of the house,” Ryn says as we enter a room decidedly less tidy than the rooms upstairs. A pool table fills half the room, and squishy grey couches are arranged in the other half. The table between the couches is covered in junk food and DVDs.
“Hey, Pixie Sticks,” Ryn says. “Look here.” He holds up a long, pink straw, sealed at both ends, and shakes it. “Someone who can’t spell named a candy after you.”
“Look here.” I grab a DVD off the table. “Someone with no imagination named a movie after you.”
He stares at the cover. “Dumb and Dumber? Ha! You need to try harder than that, V.”
I throw the DVD back onto the pile and sigh. “I’m having an off day.” I start climbing the stairs, leaving Ryn to roll a ball across the pool table.
I follow the smell
