It had been somewhere between the fifth and the sixth that Corey had stopped trying to relax at all between goings-off and had sat alert, fingers steepled.
Finally, the next day, he approaches Cait, slight dark circles under his eyes, eating a carrot.
"Of course you realize," he says between bites. "This means war."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said with a completely straight face as she ate her Froot Loops.
"Mmhmm. Course not. Just making a courtesy call here, sis."
He then went off to borrow Aunt Jean's old sewing kit.
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