Chapter 10
“Oh,” Colby said again, as if uncertain what to do with this response. “I could…send you the list of titles in the series? Or the link to the author’s website?”
“I’d like that,” Jason told him. “Did you have one? The blueberries and cream or whatever.”
“Did I…oh, no, not yet. I didn’t want to take something someone else might want. I expect the crew’s demolished the cart outside, so you’re down to what I’ve got in this box, as far as choices.”
“Sugar,” Cherry inquired, with exasperated affection, “did you even eat breakfast?”
“I had coffee,” Colby protested. “I like food, you know I do. I’ll eat later. Craft services. Playing producer and inspecting the quality. I’m sure I’m allowed to do that. Jason, support me on this.”
Jason gave this request the consideration it deserved. “You’re probably allowed to do that. Whatever producers get to do. Blueberry, or cinnamon?”
“Hmm?”
“Blueberry or cinnamon? Pick one.”