Frank flat-palmed the door to the kitchen, put his hands on his hips, then snorted to announce himself. Jenna turned quickly, her face registering surprise at his entrance. She raised a wooden spoon towards him and narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing in here? I asked you to mingle!”

“I cannot mingle when our baby sister is out there on the edge of disaster!”

Jenna rolled her eyes. “Calm down, Frank, your queen is showing. Now what the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s him,” Frank hissed, jabbing violently towards the dining room, “That – that ass!”

“Darling,” Jenna replied, “you’re going to have to be much more specific about to whom you are referring. There are a whole herd of asses out there.”