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Virgil had been elbow-deep in engine grease for the better part of two hours when the noise started.
A faint squeak. Then a splash. Then—
snrk … pfft …
Virgil groaned. Only one brother laughed like that. “Gordon…”
Sure enough, Gordon’s tanned face peeked around the corner of the hangar door, dripping wet and grinning ear to ear. He was still in his swim shorts, goggles perched crookedly on his head like a crown.
“Hey, Virg. You busy?”
Virgil held up his oil-stained hands. “What does it look like?”
“Perfect.” Gordon marched in, proudly holding something behind his back. “Because I need your expert artistic opinion.”
Virgil sighed, already regretting it. “On what?”
With a dramatic flourish, Gordon revealed… a watermelon. A very lopsided watermelon, carved with a crude smiley face and googly eyes taped on.
“Meet Sir Melonious the Third.” Gordon plopped it onto the workbench, nearly knocking over Virgil’s carefully sorted tools. “Do you think his nose is too big?”
Virgil stared. Then stared some more. Then pinched the bridge of his nose. “…you almost tipped my socket wrenches for a fruit puppet?”
“Correction,” Gordon said proudly, “for art.”
Virgil’s lips twitched against his will. “You’re a menace.”
“You love me.”
“Unfortunately.”
Before Virgil could shove him out, Gordon swiped a greasy rag off the bench and started dabbing fake ‘battle scars’ on Sir Melonious, complete with heroic sound effects. Virgil tried to stay annoyed, but within minutes he was sketching armor designs on scrap paper while Gordon narrated an epic saga about the brave Watermelon Knight who defended Tracy Island from seagull invaders.
By the time Scott walked in an hour later, Virgil and Gordon were crying with laughter over Sir Melonious’ dramatic demise (involving a blender and Gordon’s Oscar-worthy death scream).
Scott blinked. “...Do I even want to know?”
Virgil just wiped his eyes, still chuckling. “No. Absolutely not.”