Yancy Hale didn't get up until almost eleven. By the time he showered, got ready, and drove to the compound to pick her up, it would probably be closer to one. So Sydney Sawyer just hailed a cab and went straight to his house.
"Sis, you're here."
Yancy Hale opened the door, holding an ice pack to his face.
"What happened to you?"
"My tooth hurts!" Yancy Hale switched hands, pressing the ice pack against his cheek. "The barbecue I had last night was probably too rich."
"Shouldn't you go see a dentist?"
Sydney Sawyer actually believed him.
"It's nothing. What do you guys want for lunch?"
The Sawyer siblings weren't familiar with Aethelgard. Since Chester Sawyer wanted to eat roasted duck, Yancy Hale simply took them to a clubhouse he frequented.
"But isn't Quanjude's roasted duck supposed to be the best?" Chester Sawyer frowned.
