Fletcher separated a pair of chopsticks with a sharp click. “Why, you got something planned?” He fished a green peapod from the carton of noodles, popped it into his mouth, and chewed slowly
Lola shrugged and sat down in the chair and separated her own pair of chopsticks. “Not really. I just didn’t want to spend a-whole-nother weekend working.” She sighed and stirred the carton of chicken and Chinese vegetables—there were always loads of veggies swimming in the greasy brown sauce, but never more than three pieces of chicken. It’s a Chinese takeout conspiracy
“When’s the last time we had a free weekend?” Fletcher mused.
“Not counting the weekend you went to the International Sorcerers’ Symposium in Brussels, without me,February.”
“You wanted to go to Florida to visit your sister,” Fletcher said.