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A voice utters the fateful words “it's so quiet.”
Hen turns around, all thoughts of her hand of cards forgotten, and sees the probie in the kitchen.
“Whoa. I meant the dishwasher,” he utters, giving panicked glances to everyone.
Hen sighs as the fire bell rings. She can't believe he's jinxed them that way.
Thirty-six calls later - a new house record - the majority of the 118 can relax.
Just not Buck. He is stuck in the locker room, completely covered with foam.
She will fetch him a towel, but for now, she watches as he gets wetter than those dishes.