Priestly just snorted a little at her token protest. He knew you better than that, Momo. He finished the first pot and handed it to her. "The old crime-fighting versus school thing, huh." He grimaced. "You guys work things out?"

If they hadn't, he had a feeling the kitchen would be a way bigger mess. Along with the rest of the apartment. And hopefully someone would have called him home from the desert to help. Did Mrs. Wilson have his number?