Northstar Vale I can make anybody go to prison

She couldn’t quite tell that he was shouting, though the emphatic question tickled her funny bone. Towhee tried really hard not to giggle, in part because it might set off some unpleasant coughing.

Yes, I mean, it’s just a cold but it still sucks ass, she replied. And I’m not sure if I’m contagious, so I don’t know if I could pass it to you. That’s why you should probably—

Jack walked right up to her and dropped a dead bird at her feet. She had to fight the urge to sigh. She didn’t want to seem ungrateful for the gift or his visit, though a sardonic voice in the back of her head said, It’s your funeral, kiddo.

Thanks, buddy. Wait a minute, did you catch this? Towhee asked, thinking of the fish he’d scavenged—little dude was like a vending machine, always droppin’ snacks on her—and looking at him with a curious sniff.