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Flynn raised his eyebrows. “You’re not gonna give me a cupcake or something?” He looked pleased, though. Probably people should tell him more often he was doing a good job. “Maybe some bib bear poop on your welcome mat,” Xander said. “Or a glittery dead possum, if you’re lucky.” “Finally,” Flynn said. “I thought I was the only one in the crew who wasn’t going to get one.
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