“Wait, you can play your bagpipes now?” Donut gasped. “We can start a band! We can play a song at Louis’s second wedding after we save him!” “The bagpipes are in the probably-never-going-to-need-this-stuff folder, and that’s where they’re going to stay,” I replied. “Is that where you keep the bucket of glitter and the Bea Arthur condom and the sushi-making kit?” “Amongst other things, yes.”
