Clearing his throat, Napoleon began.
"April, Mark and I were thinking . . ."
Carefully setting down his cup of tea, Illya's eyes had a spark of mischief in them.
"Shall I alert the media?"
"You're lucky my throwing arm is wounded, bub. Any way, since all four of us are stuck until we finish healing, we thought we'd take advantage of the downtime and pay you back for the meals we owe you. We'll take turns picking the food - April says there are some new dishes she's been dying to try."
Illya looked surprised, but not displeased.
