There was also a pile of pine cones. “It’s not what it looks like,” Chauncey said quickly as Arthur arched an eyebrow. “I’m just … collecting them. Yes, collecting them in order to make … a … pine cone … diorama?” “Oof,” Phee said. “That wasn’t even remotely believable.” Chauncey groaned. “I can’t even lie right.” He threw up his tentacles. “Congratulations! You caught me. I eat pine cones after everyone goes to bed, but it’s fine, I can stop whenever I want!”
