"I did," said Cameron, disgust written across his face as he stared at one of the ingredient's she'd given him. He was supposed to drink something with that in it!? "But it's left me with a lot less leftover. I can't bear to tell mother; she's been proud of me all summer and I don't want to give her a reason not to be, you know?" She had not been as upset she he'd expected upon learning that he'd taken a dip in the Black Lake to rescue one of his school friends. If only Sloane's mother had felt the same way about rescuing the kitten...
"Is this everything then?" he asked as Alice finally stepped back from the shelves. He counted up the knuckles in his head, and, mercifully, he even had a little leftover. "Grab something for yourself. It's a thank-you gift for letting me dragon you around London on such short notice." Nobody—not Ned, not Calla, not Sisse, and probably not Sloane—would have done the same.
"Is this everything then?" he asked as Alice finally stepped back from the shelves. He counted up the knuckles in his head, and, mercifully, he even had a little leftover. "Grab something for yourself. It's a thank-you gift for letting me dragon you around London on such short notice." Nobody—not Ned, not Calla, not Sisse, and probably not Sloane—would have done the same.
