A boy named Sous

Hmmm. Something was definitely up. But she seemed to just want to do small talk, and Priestly was nothing if not willing to give a woman what she wanted.

"Dunno what Dean had," he said, shifting the phone to his other ear and stretching out on his bed, glass of whisky close at hand. "I did a quesedilla with grilled chicken, brie, granny smith apples, and some mango salsa." It was pretty much the very soul of CalMex, yes. "Think I might try a south of the border type theme, this week."