"What's next, I'm not allowed to shit talk when we're playing cribbage?" Kathy asked, pouting. Well, pretending to, really. Her eyes were sparkling with far too much mischief to be really all that put out about it. "Just saying, if I'm not allowed to sass, we're going to be spending a lot of time sitting in silence."

And Kathy was pretty sure that boring Ezra was a much worse crime than sassing him.