Steeve-the-Fox

    “Wakey, wakey!  Let us get this show rolling!” A jerk of movement after Mont’s cheerful tone brought a startled Jace into view.  He took in the warehouse shanty and rose to his feet in panic.  However, all our attention was sharply taken by Benedict’s microwave timer that sent digital beeping through the room.  We all watched in silence as Benedict wordlessly walked over and pulled the black mug from before and took a swig with a raised brow.  After a few seconds of continued silence, I got up and Mont broke the awkwardness.    “Alright, let’s go see this magic florist.  We’ll be back in a couple hours, Benedict.” Jace, Mont, and I all...