In the kitchen, she hunted for a bag of sugar and a container of salt. Only half-filled. Oh, look. She’d thought half-filled rather than half-empty. That was new. Anyway. Half wouldn’t form a complete circle around Galen, so, she gathered up the garlic salt, celery salt, and soy sauce as well. “You planning to cook him for dinner after you murder him?” Fox asked. “Dibs on his liver,” she muttered, then marched down the hall a second time.
