looking over at her partner. “We better line up the two halves of the paper to—what are you chewing on?” A.P. held up his finger that Lynx should wait a minute and forced himself to swallow. “If it’s not a big deal, I’d prefer if you ate all the secret messages from now on,” he grumbled. “What were you just saying?” “You ate your half?” Lynx asked in dismay.
