Chapter 80
“The worst,” Jason reiterated, with affection.
“We, er, may not need the help as such,” Colby contributed at this point, blushing more but joining in, “but I admit to being curious about the recipe? For, er, research purposes. Experimentation. Exploring the results.”
“Oooh,” said his grandmother again. “Jason, I like this one. Keep him.”
Jason caught Colby’s eye. Grinned. “Of course you do. So do I. Listen, guys, we’re fine, mostly—Colby’s a little bruised, we’re staying at the hospital overnight for observation—and nobody needs to do anything, and don’t listen to the tabloids, okay? Aunt Coco, how’s the school for girl super-spies going?”
Coco Mirelli, former stuntwoman and current choreographer for the film in question, about a mythical training ground for female operatives, threw him a thumbs-up. “They’re good kids! Fun, hardworking, quick to pick up footwork. I remember when I was that flexible. Getting old.”