He hunches over, leaning his long, corded forearms on the countertop. “Our last away trip, we were on the plane, it’s like one in the morning because we were coming back from the West Coast, and I crowed so loudly in victory when my creature impaled himself on a tree branch while simultaneously having his slingshot malfunction and hit him in the eye that I woke up half the plane and had to buy them all dinner after the season was over.”
