“You need food so you can concentrate during your lessons,” I pointedly corrected. “I’ll take care of this, D.” She nodded once in that serious way of hers that made my heart hurt. “Because you take care of what’s yours. Got it. Okay, I’m gonna go get some grub! Tell Blunty about movie night when you find him. And croquet! Theeenks, byeeee…” Then she danced from the room, leaving me to gape as her initial statement caught up with me. “Because you take care of what’s yours.”
