Christian called me at nine this morning without any specific reason to.
Come for breakfast, I told him.
Naw, Bridget. You haven't even been there twenty-four hours. Relax.
I miss you guys.
We miss you too, girlie but on the other hand, I don't have to put on pants now if I'm not going anywhere.
Just admit it, you're a nudist.
Okay. I'm a nudist.
Nudists have to eat too, you know.
I don't want to scar the kids for life.
Then put on pants before you come over.
I promise I will do that. But really I just wanted to say thank you.
For?
Batman's two dudes had me here and set up in under an hour. I felt useless.
Enjoy it while it lasts. I hope you helped.
Of course. I felt weird standing around.
Nice having privacy?
Sort of.
It's okay, you know.
I know. Are you okay, Bridge?
Yup. It's just a little quiet.
Have Pyro practice his guitar chords. That should be noisy. Holy hell.
Meanie.
Truth. Or even Ben. Ben's pretty loud. But at least he can play.
He did play a little already last night.
How's the sound?
Terrific. Great acoustics in the kitchen.
Awesome. Hear from PJ?
Nope.
Caleb?
Nope.
Bridge-
You coming for lunch then if you won't come for breakfast?
Possibly.
Okay gotta go. I'm starving and I need toast.
Okay then I'll see you soon and I'll harass you then.
I hope so. I'm having withdrawals already.
