Chapter Twenty-One
Delicious & Vicious
Hollis: Everything work out, Monty? Did the omegas cope with the travel? I haven’t got a response to my emails, and Silas has rung Rue, but he’s not answering.
Frey: I’m not sure Monty will answer, Booker said something about him being tied up??? But I caught the gist that Rue said everything was okay.
Lennon: Tied up… is that figuratively or literally? I bet you were looking over Booker’s shoulder again, weren’t you Frey?
Frey: Of course not. And why would you think Monty is ‘tied up’ literally???
Bowie: You’ve lost me. Tied up literally? Why would Rue do that when Monty wouldn’t be able to do any work that way? Well, unless he left his hands free?
Frey: Bowie, it’s after work hours.
Bowie: Ohh…
Lennon: You sure, Frey, that you’re not spying… again?
Isley: At least he’s got something interesting to look at, even if he’s not supposed to spy over Booker’s shoulder.
Frey: He’s my mate so how is that spying? We aren’t supposed to have any secrets.
Ziggy: Do you let him read through the delicious & vicious group chat?
Frey: As if!
Ziggy: I rest my case.
Bowie: Case? Why are we talking about cases?
Ziggy: It just means that Frey is doing something with Booker’s group chat he wouldn’t allow, so I was pointing out it is spying, Bowie.
Bowie: Right.
Lennon: Isley, if you’re wanting something to do, wanna come over to mine? I’m having a baking fest. It’s my turn to make cakes, and I’m trying out a new recipe for banana bread.
Wilder: Can I come too?
Ziggy: Me too. I need all the help I can get. And Silas, I’m assuming from what Frey said, is annoyed by something in their group chat as he’s muttering and stomping.
Frey: You could do what I do when Booker is like that.
Hollis: Frey, no, I swear I’m running out of bleach the amount I’m using to rid my mind of everything you share.
Frey: Ziggy, you could share, too. That way I won’t feel picked on by Hollis.
Ziggy: My snake…
Hollis: No. I mean it. I’ll fire all of you.
Isley: I didn’t do anything.
Bowie: Me either.
Lennon: Me too, why are we all getting tarred with the same brush?
Bowie: What tarred brush? Is there a shared one? I haven’t seen it. Why is everyone talking in riddles tonight?
Wilder: It’s all about someone thinking everything is the same, Bowie.
Bowie: Oh.
Lennon: Can someone bring more eggs, I’m gonna need them for you guys.
Isley: I got an extra dozen, I’ll bring them. See you guys soon.