“You know what? Smart-asses don’t get pancakes. You can have toast for breakfast, and I’m going to make sure it’s dry as hell.” “Come on.” Hudson pouts. “I need my energy for the day.” “Fine.” I roll my eyes, pretending like he’s asking me to move mountains. “But only if you promise not to sneak around the condo anymore. Announce your presence so there are no more fruit catastrophe.”
