The Recipe

Korona's ears flick back with mock indignation, but her eyes sparkle with amusement. She lets out a dramatic sigh, her voice dripping with faux exasperation as her brother’s heavy chin rests on her and takes up all her space. “Las!” She bats at him with her paws, her grin widening as she squirms. “Nah! I betcha Ma had to make room for all the chaos we’d bring!”

She scrunches her nose, trying to keep a straight face, but the laughter bubbling just beneath the surface breaks through. “Davey’s ego was just a cherry on top of the mess we were already cookin’ up.” She nudges him again, this time with a playful shove.
THE KRAKEN