“Beer and Cookie Dough. My childhood breakfast.”
“Childhood breakfast?” Cisco said, raising an eyebrow at her before turning and grabbing the frozen treats, a few spoons, a soda for himself, and a beer for Violet. He juggled them all in his arms as he cautiously walked over to the couch and dropped them in the vacant spot next to Violet. “Pick your stuff out, I’m running to the bathroom before we start the movie.”
