““Burger.” Soup scrapes a patty off the grate for me and deposits it onto the open bun. “Extra juicy just for you.” “Thanks.” “Eat up. Then you should go take over for Piper before she gets really pissed off and starts swinging her mallet at Reed.” “Oh,” I say, searching for the right words. Soup is her father, after all. “She’s such a cute little girl.” “Yeah. Cutest dictator in the world.” “She’ll be a great big sister, though,” I try, but it comes out with minimal feeling. Soup shakes his head and glances at his wife. “Good luck, my unborn child””
