"I want Waffle House."

Sinister made an irritated noise in his throat, "will you stop talking about food, baby? We need to talk about what just happened."

I crossed my arms, "well, mister, judging by the fact that you're driving 79 miles faster than the speed limit, I believe I don't feel safe talking about this sensitive topic."

Afanas growled from the back seat, "Jesus fuck, Calla. Just talk to us about what happened."

I pouted, "but I'm ...