"We all live in a yellow submarine..."

"Summarine!"

"...Yellow submarine!"

Matty happily splashed her nineteen month old self in the bathtub while Ben maneuvered a toy yellow submarine around her. Riley looked over them and smiled. At least Matty liked taking baths. Emma had been quite stubborn in the past and Ruth could be very unhappy about the prospect. The drawback with Matty was that she splashed excessively. Ben could tolerate this more than Riley. "I feel like I've been stuck in a wet t-shirt contest!" she complained one bath night. Of course, Ben didn't really find that a problem...

Now Ben had let out the water and was drying Matty in a towel distinctly larger than her. Just then the phone rang. "I'll get it," said Riley. It was the bar. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving and for the first time Ben and Riley was hosting Thanksgiving Day dinner for their extended family. That meant that Ben had to make special arrangements to run the bar while he wasn't there. Riley handed the phone to Ben.

"Stay put!" Ben sternly directed his youngest child as he took the call. But with perfect timing Matty dropped the towel the instant both her parents were distracted and ran quite naked out of the bathroom and into the apartment. "Stop!" Riley demanded quite ineffectively as Matty entered the kitchen. Emma had just gone next door to get something from a neighbor and Ruth had opened the door to let her back in. "Ruth, close the door!" Ben yelled. And Ruth did, right after Matty raced through it.

"Ruth the point is to make sure Matty doesn't run away!" Ben said crossly, "we don't want her to hurt herself." They all started looking for her outside when they soon heard a piercing shriek. "Oh no!" feared Ruth. One thing Ben had to hand to his middle child: she was always genuinely contrite. Even three years later when she faked being contrite as part of a prank on a classmate, she felt guilty and most sincerely and miserably confessed. But Ben, having more than seven years experience as a parent, knew that Matty's scream was not a scream of pain or mortal agony but of aggrieved inconvenience. They quickly found her shivering in a corner, and crying because she was cold in the chilly November hallway.

Ben quickly wrapped her up in the towel and took her into his arms. "You silly little thing. That's why we wear clothes so we won't be cold." He smiled at her as she stopped crying as they all returned to the apartment.

Ben was actually proud that Matty was so physical and active. Riley felt more ambiguous. Matty liked running around very quickly. For Riley this had three drawbacks. First, it was difficult to put Matty in a stroller. Second, she had to keep an eye on her daughter when they were out together. And third, Matty tired very quickly, and without the stroller Riley would have to carry her back home. Which was difficult if she was already carrying other things. Somehow, when Ben took her out, it wasn't as much of a problem. Like today, when Ben took Ruth and Matty out to get some last things for Thanksgiving while Riley frantically put dinner together.

"Can I help?" seven your old Emma asked brightly.

"Oh yes! There's so much that needs to be done! First all the dishes from breakfast have to be washed! Then there's a dozen things we have to do with the cranberry sauce! And there are three different vegetables that have to be done just right! And then there all the pies! And we haven't even started talking about the half dozen things about the turkey!" But then Riley realized that she was scaring Emma. "I mean, you can start by washing the breakfast dishes."

Meanwhile Ben was returning with his daughters. Matty was still impressed by how when the elevator doors closed and opened again she was on a completely different floor. "Magic!" she said happily.

"It really isn't," Ruth muttered out loud. Ben gave his middle child a reassuring tussle of her hair, happy at this (rare) sign of worldly wisdom. Soon they were back inside. "I come bearing gifts." Riley gave her husband a quick kiss then started, with some desperation, to unpack the grocery bags. The apartment wasn't all that large. The kitchen was right by the door and the "dining room" was actually just the table where they sat down to eat right by the kitchen. Today it was packed with extra chairs that Ben and Riley had begged from their apartment neighbors with some embarrassment. At least Ruth had gotten an unusually large table as a wedding present. "The living room" was just beyond that: unlike the two bedrooms and the bathroom, they weren't separated by doors. "OK, there's a LOT we have to do. Emma, we need to you start kneading the flour."

Matty started running around in circles being surprisingly loud. "Why does she do that?" Riley worried, as she helped to prepare the pumpkin pie. Ben noted the concern, but wasn't too concerned, since he remembered how upset Riley had been when Matty wasn't walking a week after one of the deadlines in the baby guidebooks. Riley noted Ben's insouciance and remembered how, shortly after Matty's birth, Ben hadn't done anything to fill in his taxes as late as April 13th.

Just then Ruth walked up to her parents. "Mommy, I don't feel well."

Riley felt her daughter's forehead. "Well, you don't have a fever. Do you have a headache?"

"No."

"Do you have a stomachache?"

"No."

As it happened, Ben and Riley had encountered this problem several times before. Ben picked her up. "You know how Aunt Naomi's little boy is going to grow up and be a great Jewish doctor? Well you're going to grow up and be something much more: You'll be the world's greatest hypochondriac!"

This did not make Ruth feel better, though Ben was correct in his intuition that there was nothing actually wrong with her. Just then there was a knock on the door. "Who could that be?" Riley wondered, since their guests were not expected until shortly before Thanksgiving dinner began in a few hours.

"It's probably Tucker," Ben suggested. And while this was a perfectly reasonable assumption, since Tucker and his wife lived in what used to be Tucker, Ben and Danny's apartment on the floor above them, it happened to be incorrect. It was in fact Danny and his wife Marissa. Marissa was a supermodel that Danny had known occasionally for several years until he surprised everyone by marrying her a few months before Matty Jenny was born. Everything about her was more than Riley. She was taller, more voluptuous, more everything where Riley was insecure about her body, as well as happier, and much much richer. Nor was Marissa ever bothered by the fact that Riley was much, more intelligent than her. She could eat much more than Riley and not gain weight, and she worked much much less as a supermodel. She was the kind of woman who was so beautiful (and in an extremely sexual way), Tucker once commented in Riley's presence, that you forgot she wasn't a blonde. Riley winced when she heard this, especially as Tucker, who was slightly but benignly drunk at the time, felt compelled to add a few minutes later than Riley was the sort of woman who made you forget she was a blonde. (So Riley didn't feel guilty at all when she replaced Tucker's vodka with vinegar.)

"You're early!" Riley said, half succeeding in hiding the desperation in her voice.

"Yes. We thought we'd come early!" Danny said.

"Well, why don't you sit down in the living room?" Ben suggested. The happy couple did so, while Riley nervously checked over the many things she had to do. "What do we do? We're too busy to entertain them."

"Maybe Emma can talk to them."

"No! She has to stir the next three sauces." The two of them looked at the middle daughter. "Ruth, why don't you go talk to your aunt and uncle?" Ben asked.

And soon Ruth was sitting across from Danny and Marissa while Matty Jenny raced around trying to be a cross between a helicopter and a pelican. Since Ruth was shyer than the average four year old girl, it was difficult for her to talk. But Danny broke the silence by speaking. "Actually we're celebrating a very special event today!"

Marissa beamed happily. "Actually we've been celebrating all day before we came here!"

"Oh? What would that be?" Riley asked from the kitchen while mashing potatoes.

"It's our year and a half wedding anniversary!"

Ben and Riley looked at each other. Ben decided to speak first. "How is that?"

"Remember, when we married shortly after Valentine's Day?"

"Actually you were married several weeks before that."

"Well we specially consummated our marriage after Valentine's Day." said Marissa.

"Actually we did a lot of consummating our marriage," grinned Danny.

"Regardless," Riley interrupted, "Even if you had been married in February, your year and a half anniversary would have been in August."

"Really?' Danny and Marissa both pondered this. "Oh wait! I see where you went wrong."

"Do you?" Riley wondered to herself.

"Yes! You see there are fourteen months in a year, and twelve days in a fortnight. Most people get them mixed up. Since we've been married twenty one months, that means we've been married a year and a half." But before this conversation could continue, there was a knock on the door. It was Bonnie and Brad. As it happened, Bonnie much preferred to talk to her second daughter in law than her first, and today Riley was happy not to be distracted by her. And so for the next couple of hours mother, son, stepfather and daughter in law chatted happily while their hosts made the Thanksgiving dinner and Riley hid her growing panic. There were several things she realized she needed. And so she had to go up to Tucker and Vanessa's apartment to get them. Meanwhile Ruth sat very quietly while Matty looked longingly at the door. She desperately wanted to go outside. So when her mother returned the fouurth time from her trip upstairs she yearned for it to stay open. But Riley then closed it. Then the door opened again as Tucker entered. Matty's eyes opened widely, only to be visibly disappointed only when he closed the door right behind him. But then the door opened a third time and Matty moved forward to it as Vanessa joined her husband. Now she was visibly crushed as Vanessa closed it behind her. But she felt she should be closer to the door and subtly approached it.

Emma was working on a sauce and her back was turned from her youngest sister. Ben had to interrupt his own preparations to help settle Tucker and Vanessa in. Riley's back was turned from the door while she furiously sliced and diced another dish. So when Danny went back to the kitchen to refresh Marissa's drink he noticed his niece pining by the door. "Do you want to go out?" Matty smiled and nodded vigorously. "Here you go," and Danny opened the door just long enough for Matty Jenny to dash out.

It was five minutes later while Ben and Riley were still preparing Thanksgiving. "Don't you think our children have been a little too quiet?" Riley asked.

"I think you should be grateful Emma hasn't complained more about shanghaied into helping you." Riley peeked over and saw Ruth sitting silently while her paternal grandmother was starting yet another off-color anecdote. Just what she needed, another round of awkward questions. Where was Jenny? "Ben, stir this for a minute." Riley quickly scanned the living room but saw no sign of her. She quickly entered her own bedroom, and found no sign of her in her crib or anywhere else. She did a quick check of the bathroom and the bedroom of Matty's older sisters. As she walked back to the oven Danny approached her.

"Is something wrong?"

"Danny have you seen Jenny anywhere?"

"Oh, I let her out for a walk a few minutes ago."

"Oh. Did you?"

"Yes, so there isn't any problem at all."

"No, no, not at all." And Danny happily sat down with everyone else, while Riley started to panic. "Did you hear that Ben?" (He had.) "Your idiot brother let out our youngest child. Where could she be? There are literally a hundred things out there that could kill her! She could have nibbled on something poisonous! She could have climbed out a window and fallen to her death! She could have been kidnapped and murdered by one of our fellow tenants who's a cannibal! She could have been wandered out on the streets and been hit by a car! She could have crawled into a ventilation grate and she's hopelessly stuck! She could have electrocuted herself! She could have..."

As she listed all these horrible things, Ben nodded, opened the refrigerator, extracted an ice cube from a tray, then pulled open Riley's collar and dropped it down her blouse.

"What the hell was that?"

"Well if there was a fifties sitcom, somebody might slap you to calm down. Since that's assault, people would just ask you to calm down. But since that often doesn't work, I tried this instead."

Riley glared at her husband. "Clearly it's a work in progress." he confessed. "Look, she's not likely to go very far. She can't really climb stairs. But she certainly knows how to scream if she's in trouble. Me and Emma will look for her."

"But I need Emma to help with the whipped cream!"

"OK, me and Ruth will look for her." He quickly took his middle daughter outside. "Ruth I want you to look on this floor. You are only to look on this floor. Don't go up and down the stairs. Don't use the elevator. If you see your sister, take her back to the apartment. I'll be back in five minutes." Ben then raced up to the roof, where Matty Jenny wasn't there. He quickly went down the other stairs, stopping at the floor above and below to see if she was there. She wasn't there either. So he looked around the ground floor, then dashed around the block to see if she had wandered outside.

But she wasn't there either. In fact she was just a couple of dozen of feet from the apartment and was in the alcove of a door when Ruth passed her, calling her name. Deciding it was fun to hide from her sister, she followed behind, successfully hiding her giggles while Ruth looked for her, even turning around when Ruth looked behind her. "She's not here," Ruth incorrectly informed her exhausted father.

Meanwhile Riley was busy with a dozen different things and was therefore quite happy for her mother in law to answer the phone when it rang. As it turned out, this was a very bad idea. "Hello? Yes, this is Riley Perrin's apartment. No this is her mother in law. I see. I see. Well I'm sure Riley would be happy to help. You need to her to help today? Well I'm sure she'll be perfectly happy to help. I see. I see. No, that sounds like a good idea. I see. Well, she'll be here to meet you then. Bye."

In the living room, Vanessa had to go to the bathroom for a moment, and Tucker was anxiously looking around for something. He found it in a very large book which he ostentatiously opened, though not at the beginning, and stared reading. Brad was looking at a text from his business. Danny and Marissa now had a moment to themselves.

"You know, we should do something to help!" Danny suggested.

"That's a great idea!" agreed Marissa. "But what should we do?"

"We could ask. No, I've got a better idea. We don't ask at all! Because if we do ask, they'll refuse. Instead we spontaneously help! That'll make it better!"

The couple got up, while Tucker shifted awkwardly in his chair while they passed. Riley was laying out dishes in preparation for setting the table. Marissa thought they were cluttering things up, so she put them back when Riley's back was turned. Riley was unpleasantly surprised. And to make things even more complicated, Marissa had no idea where the dishes originally came from, so she placed them wherever she felt like. "Brad, is something odd going on?" Riley asked.

"I'm sure it's a very normal day for November," Brad replied, since he wasn't really paying attention but was instead just looking at his texts. Riley found that odd, while Marissa put away more dishes away while deciding to take out new ones whose utility existed largely in her own imagination. At the same time, Danny thought that he could make the gravy. He didn't realize that Riley was already making the gravy, and to complicate matters, he didn't really know how to make gravy. But he sneaked some flour from behind Riley's back and took it to the table where Emma was working. He knew gravy was usually brown, so he took half of the beer he had been drinking and dumped it into the bowl he had the flour in. Then he started mushing it around to Emma's bewilderment. He also realized that gravy required salt so he went back to the kitchen, took away the salt that Riley was just about to need, and dumped far too much of it. "This is going to be a great gravy!"

At that moment Ben and Ruth returned. Riley brightened up, only to have her face fall when she didn't see Matty Jenny. "What are we going to do?"

"I'm sure there's something really obvious that we're just not getting. Let me think for a couple of minutes."

"Daddy?" Ruth asked.

"What is it sweetie?" And he moved her aside from the busy kitchen.

"I still feel sick."

"Where do you hurt?"

"I don't feel pain." Ben felt her forehead. "You don't have a fever. Do you have a cold?"

"No."

"Umm, why do you feel sick?"

"I just do." Ben paused at this unhelpful diagnosis. "You know what Ruth? The best cure for a little girl's illness is her grandmother's love! So just sit in the living room and wait for her to come back."

Meanwhile Bonnie has been happily gossiping with the person who had called her and had just hung up. "Riley, I have wonderful news! St. Genesius parish has called. And they said you'd be the perfect person to help them with their Thanksgiving festivities!"

"Uh what? Did you say St. Genesius?"

"And of course I said you'd be perfectly happy to help. Somebody will be by shortly to pick you up!"

"What? You did what?"

"There's no need to thank me." And Bonnie happily returned to her second grandchild. Riley was stunned, and then slightly hysterical. "Did you hear what your mother just said to me?"

"Ummm, not really, but it's not as if she thoughtlessly insulted you."

"No. She just 'volunteered' me to help Saint Genesius parish! Right this afternoon!"

Ben sighed. "Well that's annoying. But it's hardly the first time she's done that since you've known her, or even the first time this week. You'll just have to cancel."

"I can't cancel!" Riley hissed desperately.

"Sorry, my mother, my problem. I'll cancel for you."

"No, you don't understand. St. Genesius isn't an ordinary parish! It's a mob parish!"

"A mob parish?"

"You know how there's a mob bank in the beginning of 'The Dark Knight'? Same principle, only it's a parish. The best thing is that I help and I do things that get me disbarred. They'll have something on me forever. Getting killed or getting you killed or getting our children killed is definitely not a remote possibility!" Riley sighed. "Having your mother killed is by contrast rather unlikely," she muttered under her breath.

"Why would the mob show any interest...oh right, you protest unjust drug laws, the mob often traffics in narcotics. But a mob church. Now you're just being..." Just then the phone rang and Ben answered it. "Saint Genesius? What a coincidence, we were just talking about you. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. I see. Yes, it is rather funny when you put it like that. Oh, I understand. I understand completely." Ben wryly chuckled. "No, you've very polite. Of course not. Not at all. Yes, someday we'll look back on this and laugh." Ben hung up. "Yeah Riley, as I was saying just before we were interrupted, you're just being absolutely correct and we are in unbelievably deadly danger!"

Ben and Riley pondered for a moment what to do next. Then a food alarm dinged while three dishes started boiling. "OK," Riley, "we have to get the meal set up and we have to do this right now or it will be ruined. But we can't let Jenny run around in harm's way!"

Ben thought for a few seconds. "OK, we need to confide in one of our guests to help us. He or she has to be both competent and not let on that we're about the screw up Thanksgiving dinner. We have to choose very quickly." They thought for a few seconds. "Tucker?"

"Tucker it is." Riley started getting the turkey out of the oven, Ben quickly removed the two vegetables boiling over, and then darted over to tap Tucker on the shoulder.

"What?!" Tucker cried out, clearly startled from his very large book.

"Short version. Danny accidentally let Matty Jenny out and we can't find her. So I need you to look around the floor and see where she might have gone to. And don't tell anyone."

Tucker left, and under less urgent circumstances Ben might have wondered why he was so eager to help. At the moment Emma was trying to set the table. She was not making much progress because whenever she laid a place, Marissa took it up and put it away. Meanwhile, Danny thought it would be a good idea to make cranberry sauce. He didn't realize that Riley had already made it, and he didn't actually know how to make it. But that was not going to stop him. At the same time Ben was busy with half a dozen dishes while Riley was frantic with the other half a dozen, when Ruth shrieked. "Dad!"

Ben quickly reached his middle daughter and took her aside so as not to bother the other guests. "What is it Ruth?"

"What if I have cancer?"

"Why would you think you have cancer?"

"But it's possible I could have it!"

"Ruth, what do you actually know about cancer?"

Ruth pondered that for a moment. "In preschool we were shown pictures of a girl who lost all her hair! I'm going to lose all my hair!"

Ben entered into gruff parent mode. "Ruth you do not have cancer. Dinner is going to be on shortly, you can talk to us after we've eaten." He then returned to Riley who was holding the phone and with a look of sheer terror on her face. "What is it? Has St. Genesius called back?"

"No, it's much worse! It's my parents! They'll dropping in for thanksgiving dinner."

Ben blanched. Then he counted in his head. "Thirteen at dinner. That's great."

Ben and Riley would have been even more upset had they realized that Tucker was only making a cursory effort to find their daughter. In fact he had foolishly bet a large amount of money on a football game that was playing that day and was desperately trying to find out what was going on without his wife knowing. Now that he was outside the apartment, he watched the game on his cell phone. Soon he was so enraptured at a particularly crucial point of the game that when Matty tugged on his sleeve he shushed her aside and told her not to bother him.

Meanwhile Ruth was very distraught. She explained her plight to Emma, who found setting the table extremely irritating thanks to her aunt's unwitting assistance. "I feel this is all my fault. Everybody's upset and I can't do anything to help!"

"Uh huh," muttered Emma, who had learned how to ignore her sister's fears.

"If only there was something I could do! What can I do?"

"Dinner will be on in a few minutes."

"Everybody would be better without me! Nobody loves me!"

"Yes, I'm sure you had a very lovely nap."

"Do you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna to run away from home! That way everybody would be happy without me!"

"See you in fifteen minutes."

And so Ruth snuck out the apartment the moment Tucker snuck back into it. "Any luck?" Ben asked. Tucker muttered under his breath about incompetent players, then realized that Ben was talking about Matty. "No, nothing I'm afraid."

Ben frowned and wondered what to do next on his overwhelming list of things to do. He then noticed Danny messing around with the dishes. "Danny, what are you doing?"

"Making cranberry sauce!" Danny replied happily.

Ben took a closer look. "Danny, those are pimentos."

"Are you sure?"

"Did you get them from a back labelled in magic marker?"

"Yes."

"Then they're pimentos." An idea struck Ben. "Look we need two extra chairs because Riley's parents are coming. Get the key from Tucker and get two chairs from his apartment."

"Which apartment is his?"

"The same apartment you lived in for more for three years."

"Oh that one!" and Danny went off to get the chairs. Just then Ben got a text. It was Saint Genesius. "It's showtime!" he told Riley.

"Do you have a plan?"

"No, do you?"

"No."

"Then we'll do it together. I'll meet them in the hall. And you...set the table."

"We wouldn't actually be doing it together."

"Ah right." Ben pondered. "Well, I'll wing it. The family income doesn't depend on whether I'm disbarred."

Ben left, and Riley for the first time noticed Marissa and how she had been complicating setting the table. "Marissa, you know your mother in law would just love to talk about how wonderful she's thinks you are." Marissa went off to Bonnie, who was happy to talk to her, now allowing Riley and Emma to set the table. "Now all we have to worry about it is whether your father gets back with all his limbs unbroken." Riley muttered under her breath.

Right this moment Ben thought that was very unlikely. The two men looked vaguely like cast members in Guys and Dolls, only evil. Also, kind of pudgy, though not the kind of pudgy that would prevent them from easily beating Ben to a pulp. "Ah, you must be the men from St Genesius."

"We want your wife" said the first.

"We won't take no for an answer." said the second.

"Well, we're just about to have thanksgiving dinner." replied Ben.

"The financial transactions have to be done now." answered the first with unequivocal menace.

"The fact that's today a holiday makes it especially important." the second chimed in.

"And there are so many, time is of the essence." added the first.

"My wife isn't really an accountant." Ben pointed out.

"We're not asking her to count." the second responded.

"We're more asking her to not count." the first clarified.

"Or miscount." the second also clarified.

"Well, my ability to count things is really poor." Ben joked. "I haven't balanced my bank book during my entire marriage."

The two gentleman did not find this funny. The first spoke up in a cold calm tone. "Mr. Wheeler, do you love your children?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me the first time. Perhaps I should clarify. Do you prefer having the bones in your hand crushed? Or having the bones in your hand crushed and watching your daughter's spine snapped?"

"There are no other options." the second reminded Ben.

"Regardless, Ms. Perrin leaves with us. Now."

Ben's mind frantically raced with spontaneous gestures. He couldn't beat either in a fair fight, let alone both together. And as long as he didn't know where Matty was, he couldn't simply flee back to his apartment. But then the mood of the two hoods suddenly changed. Instead of being extremely intimidating, they abruptly became much more reasonable.

"Perhaps we were overly curt." said the first.

"Perhaps we didn't take your concerns into account." added the second.

"We could do this some other time."

"We could do this much later."

"How about never? Never really works for us!" And the two dashed away. Ben looked behind him and found Danny standing right there carrying two chairs over his shoulders with a surly look on his face.

"Who were those creeps Ben?"

"I don't think we have to worry about them. Just get the chairs in."

Meanwhile Ruth's plans to run away was facing all kinds of problems. She had brought no money, no pajamas, and no prized possessions. Moreover, she had no idea where she was going, and was afraid to cross the street by herself. But before she reached the elevator she was worried that one of the other tenants was going to say something mean to her. The fact that he was actually in South Florida did not make her fear any less real. So she tried to hide herself in one of the corners of the hallway, only to find Matty taking a nap.

"Jenny!"

"'sleepy."

"Oh this is wonderful! You weren't eaten by wolves!" Ruth did not like dogs and willfully confused the two. She gave her startled sister a very happy and very firm squeeze. "Let's take you back to Mommy!" as she yanked Matty by the hand.

The two entered the apartment just as Riley was letting Ben and Danny in with the chairs. Riley noticed Matty Jenny and leaped down to pick her up. "Oh my wonderful little princess! I love you so much!" and she started kissing her youngest child. Matty laughed happily.

"If you keep doing that all the time for no good reason, you're just going to spoil her."

Riley turned to see her mother come in, followed by her father. "Hello Mom," she said with little enthusiasm.

Ben looked around him. "Everything seems to be ready. OK everyone, dinner is served!"

Ben and Riley were just finishing grace. Matty sat in her high chair. Near her an apple pie was slowly cooling. She had never tasted apples before, but she loved the smell. Ben clinked on his wine glass.

"This wasn't the easiest of days. I mean preparing this much food is never easy. And what with missing children, disappearing cutlery, unexpected guests, and some really inconsiderate vestrymen, today was especially tricky. But me and my beautiful wife persevered and this feast before you is the result! So I'd like to propose a brief toast, to friends and family."

"To friends and family!" everybody agreed.

"And now dig in!"

"Amen to that!" Tucker agreed as he shoveled in a large helping of sweet potatoes-and then turned green at the sheer awfulness of it, as he desperately covered his mouth with his napkin.

"Oh right," Ben admitted. "There is the problem that neither of us can really cook."

There was a loud bang from the kitchen. "What was that?" Tucker asked.

"Oh, probably some vinegar and baking soda mixing."

"That sounded a lot louder than that."

"Meh," Riley shrugged. "What are you gonna do about it?"