“Fox,” Brody said warningly. “Let’s all try to get along.” Ink stared at the laptop, then at the Fox. “What is going on? Are you and he . . .” “Baking the potato? Bringing an al dente noodle to the spaghetti house? Bam-bam in the ham?” A groan came from the laptop. “Really, Fox? Bam-bam in the ham?” Brody asked. “What? I rather liked that one.”
