“I’m just saying,” said Thor.
“Saying what?” asked Catrina.
“What?”
“Huh?”
“What was I talking about?”
“I honestly don’t know.”
“OK, right.”
“Are you OK, Thor?”
“No? Maybe? No. I think there might have been something in the pancakes.”
“I wasn’t aware seething hatred had a physical form.”
“I think it has a lot of the same attributes as spit and flecks of broken glass.”
“Shouldn’t you have noticed that?”
“How was I supposed to see baked spit?”
“I meant the glass.”
“Oh. Yes. It was crunchy.”
“And yet you ate all four of them anyway.”
“I thought… I’m not really sure what I thought.”
“It is utterly amazing that you’ve survived this long on your own.”
“Verily.”
“Well, I’m not carrying you. Think you can make it back to the hotel?”
“As long as it’s not the building that’s on fire behind you.”
Catrina turned around.
“Uh, no. No, that’s the Dunkin Donuts. And it’s not on fire. The guy who works there is waving at us.”
“Is he on fire?”
“No, he is not on fire.”
“Then, yes, I think I can make it back to the hotel.”