LOVE ME LIKE A CURSE
“Rhea said I could have cookies for dinner. Is that true or just her ‘chaotic neutral’ phase again?”
“Both,” I said, catching the book before he knocked it out of my hands. “And didn’t we talk about not using D&D alignment charts to justify poor decisions?”
“I’m chaotic good,” he grinned. “I bring joy.”
“You bring crumbs.”
“Same thing.”
He grabbed a cookie anyway, stuffed it in his mouth, and flopped down next to me. Elias was fourteen now, smart, sarcastic, and still in that in-between phase where he could be both painfully insightful and completely disgusting in under three minutes.