"We'll gossip about you," Kathy decided. "And he'll show me all the awkward-teen-Ezra pics he has stashed away somewhere. And tell me stories about when your voice was squeaky and changing and your paws were too big for the rest of you."

Ez had met her when she was a terribly awkward teen. Twice now, really. Was there really any wonder that she was hoping he'd once gone through the same?