“Unanimous,” Jalen adds.
Kane looks at me.
“You realize they’ll expect waffles now.”
“I said maybe.”
“You don’t understand athletes and carbohydrates.”
“I coach thirteen-year-old boys. I understand food-based manipulation.”
Noah nods solemnly.
“She knows us.”
I grab my toiletry bag.
“I’m brushing my teeth.”
Then I look at Kane.
“Don’t be too long.”
Noise explodes behind me.
Actual hooting.
I turn around.
“Oh, settle down.”
That makes it worse.
“It’s our first date.”
Eli grabs Noah’s shoulder.
“She clarified the date number.”
“Important information.”
I point at both of them.
“There will be boundaries.”
Kane folds his arms, clearly enjoying this.
I continue.
“Maybe a pillow wall.”
Noah nearly collapses.
“A pillow wall?”
“For safety.”
Kane’s eyebrows rise.