Danny looked around and found a chair. "So where are the doughnuts? I believe they are a mandatory part of any group therapy session?"
After a guilty pause Technus stood up. "I, Technus, Master of all things mechanical! have a confession to make. I have a weakness for the pink frosting sweetness of the doughnuts. I, uh, ate the last one a couple minutes ago."
"So it's just coffee?" Danny inquired
"I should say not," his mother retorted. "You a growing boy. You'll have the lemonade like the rest of us!"
"Ah, Mom, Dad's drinking a beer, Vlad's not drinking at all and Skulker is holding something that looks like foaming blood. I don't think any of us here is drinking lemonade."
"I, Technus! Am drinking the lemonade. It tastes like electricity running down my throat!"
"Shut up," Vlad ordered.
With a scowl Technus sat back down and took a long sip of his drink and winced as he swallowed the liquid.
"Most of us put sugar in the lemonade so it's not quite so bitter," Vlad observed.
Jazz cleared her throat loudly, trying to bring order to her meeting. "Dad, your explanation for why you hate ghosts was certainly -- uh -- illuminating..."
"I know it's an image I won't get out of my head any time soon," Danny said.
"Moving on, perhaps Skulker you could tell us something of why you hunt ghosts?" Jazz asked.
"Does it have anything to do with your diminutive size?" Danny added.
Skulker glared at the red-headed human, arms folded over each other. Jazz was glaring at Danny.
"If you're not going to contribute to the healing process of this session, maybe you should just leave now."
"Thank, God," Jack Fenton boomed, "I thought I'd never get out of here!"
"Sit down, Jack" Maddie Fenton order, "You're not going anywhere."
"Why isn't anyone listening to me, Technus, master of all things--"
"Shut up!" everyone said in unison.