Stavanger Bay and every minute gets longer

So I made the mistake of opening up my apartment to bring in the nice spring air... someone is grilling onions with their meal. I can smell nothing but onions right now. This is a weird experience that I can smell the onions but not the meat they're cooking. Thanks allergies!

Charon didn't miss a beat in calling out another question, though Mordecai had yet to catch onto his drive to verbally box his uncle into a corner. And how was he so sure that Julooke had dropped her own name in favor of theirs? "I'm sure because if she hadn't, I think we would have met before. I know our family," and in a way, maybe that was a slight against the youth that hadn't had the opportunity. He wouldn't have meant it that way, but it sounded every ounce of it. Yet then again, the urge to reply to a smartass comment with a smartass answer was hard to avoid, even in the elder Ostrega.

"Look, I didn't know your mother. I wish I could fill the blanks about her that you want to know, but I don't think I can." And he regretted that he had never gotten the opportunity to meet her. Mordecai was many things, but being close to family was something that had eroded away in time. He had been gone from the majority of the Ostrega clan for years and by choice of his own design. Wanderlust had taken hold of him and now he was discovering what part of the price in that which needed pay.