“Oh good. Anyway, so we’ve got cereal and pop-tarts and stuff for breakfast, if you need it. You know how to use an oven?” He turned to her again.
“Yes sir.” She nodded.
“Right, uh. I think that’s about it. Let’s see, uh…” He glanced around the room. “Oh, right. God bless you if you can get her to eat them, but Brie has some leftover turnips from last night. I told her she had to eat them tonight but… I don’t know if you wanna crack open that can of worms.”
“I’ll try.”
“Oh you know what? You’ll like this part. Now I know the original plan was for you to take Brie trick-or-treating. But since she’s been on such bad behavior, you understand why I can’t let her do that?”
“Yes sir.”
“Well it’s not really fair to you that you can’t go on her account. So to make up for that, I’m gonna pay you double.”