The phone rang, and Thomas answered it. "Hello?"
He listened, then said, "Okay. But if you're staying late, then you have to walk Mouse tomorrow and the next day."
I huffed. Sure, use the dog as a punishment. Wouldn't damage his self-esteem or anything.
Thomas tilted his head a little. "What favor?"
As he listened, his face went from neutral to wary to bemused.
"Pizza?"
"Twenty?"
"The side of the road?"
"Fine. But you have a lot of explaining to do."
I closed my eyes in triumph. So that's why the Little Folk were around.
I'd been wondering about that.