I take the pizza out of the oven. Eric's becoming more independent with his food. I'm really proud of him. Okay, so it was a frozen pizza I helped him buy. Still.
Priscilla starts cutting the pizza while I take out the other one, which is... not quite done. I put it back in.
"Has Brooke talked to you at all?" Priscilla asks, frowning as she cuts the stubborn crust. "About what happened, I mean. In... the warehouse."
I look over to where Brooke and Eric are talking about some movie. "No," I say. I adjust the oven temperature, then change my mind and put it back where it was. "Why would she?"
"She has to talk to someone." Priscilla finishes cutting the pizza, leans her hands on the counter, and sighs.
I set down the bathroom towel I'm holding. (Eric doesn't own an oven mitt.)
"I forget sometimes," Priscilla says after a moment, "that she wasn't actually here when... when we became a team."
I'm not sure whether to be embarrassed that I've already thought of that, or that I haven't thought of it more. But Priscilla's looking at me, waiting for an answer. For guidance. For something that will help her make sense of things.
"Give her time," I say. "It took time for the rest of us to get used to each other."
She snickers. "Who says we're used to each other?"
I smile. "Are we gonna eat that pizza or frame it?"
She rolls her eyes at me. "Frame it. Definitely." Looking past me, she calls,"Who's hungry?"
I turn around just in time to see Eric's hand shoot up, in time to see Brooke smile and shake her head in amusement.
Maybe today it's enough to just eat pizza. Barely, but enough.
End of the first adventure