"Come on, Wyatt. Eat your peas." Piper pleaded, getting a flying spoon in reply.
Piper retrieved the spoon from the floor and dumped it in the sink. "Okay, young man. This time, no funny business. Eat your peas for Mama."
"Leo!" Chris's voice came from the conservatory. "Leo!"
Piper ran into the room. "Chris, what's wrong?"
Chris was standing in the middle of the room, his clothes and hair soaked in something slimey. "Where's Leo?"
"He's up there. Some kind of Elders conference. What is that?"
"Don't touch me." Chris jumped out of reach. "I was tracking a demon when she spit on me."
"Spit on you?"
"Yes." Chris hissed. "First it was just itching, now it's burning. And it's getting worse."
"Whitelighters don't feel pain."
"Actually they do. And I'm only half whitelighter, remember?"
"Sorry." Wyatt's cries from the kitchen interrupted them.
"Piper. Leo, please?" Chris followed her to the kitchen.
"Okay. I'll try to break through the Elders 'do not interrupt except for dire mortal emergencies' barrier and get Leo. In the meantime, I've got dinner to finish so go take a shower and get that stuff off and I'll see if I can whip up some kind of demonic calamine lotion."
Chris nodded and orbed out of the room.
