Tastes Like Damn Chocolate
Maryann appeared with a bag of snacks and water bottles, which Nikolai stowed in the footwell.
"You all have fun," she said, leaning in to kiss Pascal's forehead. "Happy birthday, sweetheart."
The drive to the Velmore Natural History Museum took forty minutes, and Pascal talked for thirty-seven of them. He recited dinosaur facts he'd memorized from his books, asked whether they'd see the new Triceratops skeleton exhibit, wondered if the gift shop would have the Spinosaurus model he'd been wanting, speculated about which dinosaur would win in a fight between a Stegosaurus and an Allosaurus.
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