“No, you were marvelous,” Holly said, weary but cheerful. “Not even bruises. Though you can cause some of those later if you’d like. Do you recall that time about a month ago, with the cane and also your electric—”
“We’ll see,” John said firmly, an effect only mildly interrupted by the cough. “After you’re home and safe and you’ve had a chance to eat.”
“We’ll talk about it when you’re here,” Ryan said. “And we’ll talk about your phrasing, too. We cando things to you? Really, kid?”
“Oh,” Holly said. “Ah…sorry, sirs.” His tone wasn’t, though. Hopeful, instead. “I love you?”
“We love you,” Ryan told him. “Even when you’re a brat on purpose. We’ll decide what you can have. And you’ll take it. And you’ll enjoy it.”
“Absolutely yes,” Holly agreed. “I’ll try to make this quick. Especially with that to look forward to. Take care of John first, though—” Magic sang through the evening. Gobbled up his last syllable. Cut off the link. Dead air.