“What are you doing?” Emery asked her. “Seeing if he’ll give in to his baser instincts and try to catch all the bubbles. My dogs growing up freaking loved bubbles. They’d go wild for them. It’s got to be in the genetics, right?” A shocked silence filled the area as Penny blew another stream. “This is what my life has become,” Roger finally said, and the rest of us barked out laughter, letting the stresses of the last few weeks uncoil.
