Wukong knocks on the door and brings in a pot of hot chocolate. Tina smiles at him. "Hey."
"Your chocolate, miss," he says, placing the pot on the table. "I tasted it myself."
"Well, don't get any hairs in it," Tina teases. "Thanks."
Wukong huffs, his fur puffing out. "ME? Get hairs in food? Well ... once in a very great while. You can't avoid it, you know, when you're covered in hair. It's just like humans with all those shedding skin cells."
My mother glares at him. "Please, we just ate."
"He's right, though," my dad offers. "Humans shed a million skin cells per day."
Wukong sticks out his chest. "Hades and Persephone are due in the spa today," he says. "I thought you might like to oversee that."
I groan. What with the Mothman swooping around and a teenage girl shaking things up even more than normal, I forgot I have an inn to run and a wedding/honeymoon to facilitate. "Are we still on track for the performance of the musical?"
