“I ate a toothpick earlier,” I blurted out. “You . . . what?” Alex asked, cocking an eyebrow and trying to suppress a laugh. Ty remained unchanged, and my dad looked at me incredulously. “I mean, not on purpose, obviously. Who would do that?” I cleared my throat. “But yeah, I just can’t get the taste out of my mouth. Gav was just telling me to get through the rest of the night and then I can go brush my teeth.”
