“This is in celebration of you falling in love. I’m so happy for you!” He reached into the back pocket of the baby blue pants he wore today and pulled out something. It was a small, cartoonish looking stuffed figure of a chef holding a flapping chicken upside down by its leg. “Look, it’s you and Rhett!” he said pointing to the chef and chicken in question. I blinked at him before busting out in laughter. Brighton knew what a Vermilion Bird was, so this had to be his twisted sense of humor.
