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“May, we have a problem.”
May managed to not roll her eyes even though she knew he couldn’t see her face. “What is it this time?”
Phil shook his head in disbelief. “You have to see it.”
She sighed then followed Phil to the Bus kitchen. Not sure what to expect, the explosion of sprinkles and batter all over the place were definitely not it.
May began to laugh silently. This was clearly the work of Skye and Fitzsimmons. She turned to leave.
“Don't you dare walk away from this,” Phil called out.
“They’re your kids.”
“No, they’re
our
kids!”