A few minutes later, everyone had gathered up in the cozy sanctuary of the living room. Bentley had a whole array of objects and felted pens sprawled out across the coffee table. Behind her, Atticus sat with his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, keeping her close, but still allowing her to move about freely and arrange her business as she needed to. Both Hazel and Frances were seated on the couch, watching the setup with matching intrigued expressions. The only person not in attendance was Xander.
"No, listen to me, Wingo," He told his phone. "This has nothing to do with—"
He paused for a moment, allowing the angry words on the other end to go by.
"Yes, Bentley told me but—"
"..."
"I can see you're not mature enough to handle this. Put me on the line with Yardley,"