"Clause Eleven is the cave clause." A keyboard clicked on the other end, fast and loud. "Subsection B is the amendment where you added ferries and sprinkler systems in what I can only assume was a blind panic."
"It was a routine update to reflect current circumstances."
"You had a notary drive out at midnight to add the word sprinkler to a legal document." Belle's voice wobbled, and it took Blair a moment to recognize the sound as suppressed laughter. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I just need a second to put that on a poster."
Heat crawled up Blair's throat. The phone case creaked in her grip and she loosened her fingers before the plastic warped.
"If you intend to mock me, I will end this call."
"You won't, though." The typing stopped. "You called me. You've got Ayame, who'd hold your hair back during a hangover and then make you run laps about it, and you called me instead. So either you've lost your mind, or you want to talk about something nobody else can hear."
