Unca Jack gets busted and called out!

Megan, of course, nodded, pouring syrup over her waffles without speaking. Jess, on the other hand, eschewed that in favor of honey. She looked at him with one of those unreadable expressions women can get, then leaned forward, chattering at her sister in something that sounded too fricative and trilling to be human. A single syllable response preceded Jess's answer. "It smelled like pot, Uncle Jack. Not something we'll forget soon." Her tone was matter of fact and slightly sardonic, and she tapped her lip for a moment with her fork before reaching over to touch his arm, scooping up the syrup and locking her finger clean while her sister turned his wrist so it dripped on his plate.

"We won't get you in trouble"we have too much to loose"and nowhere else to go"besides, it's fun". The single sentence danced from girl to girl, in perfect cadence as though they thought with one mind. Both girls immediately went back to eating, watching him out of the corners of their eyes for his reaction, chewing slowly so they could enjoy the breakfast.