He side-eyes me when I make him lift me onto the counter to watch him wash the dishes. “I do have some furniture.” He points at the two chairs he brought in from the porch. “I like it better here,” I say, tapping the stone countertop. “Can you Humans just not sit normally?” “Can you Weres just not mind your business?” He splashes me with soap suds, and I grin as I cover my face.
