“What do you think? Tigers, giraffes, or elephants?” Wicker blinks. “Are we opening a slightly illegal petting zoo?” Frowning, I flip to some other pages. “Well, there’s also trains, bunnies, and baby ducks.” “For the tigers to eat?” “For the theme,” I whine, flashing him a page with a forest theme. “Gun to your head, which would you choose?” “Can you just pull the trigger?”
