“Really trying to butter me up, aren’t you?” “Is it working?” She spreads the cheese over a Triscuit. “Maybe a little. I haven’t had Boursin in a long time, so this gets you bonus points.” I do a small fist pump and pick up a cracker and knife. “Starting off on the right foot.” I wince. “No pun intended.” She startles and looks up at me, a little shocked, before a tiny chuckle pops out of her mouth. “Did you just make fun of your bad leg?” “It’s been seven years, Harper. If I can’t joke about it now, then I really need to reevaluate things.”
