"Aurora is the logical favorite," he says, just because it's easier than addressing hey, this thing we're standing in is kid of shaking apart. The village water cooler is a goddamn nightmare sometimes--he can kind of see why Frank sticks to dogs and their related conversational points.

Glancing at the ceiling, which at least seems intact, he waits for the world to settle. "She's the baby and friendly to a fault. Frank gave off super serial killer vibes day one and she still took him her half-eaten peach."