"There is that," Millicent said. "On the upside, it won't be very hard to find the killer."
She put the kettle on the stove, setting it to boil as she dug tea from the nearest cupboard.
"Much prettier than if he was a Montague, that's for sure. And I look forward to it. Sleepovers with aunt Mils, in which he learns the best way to detonate a dung bomb, how to bake the best brownies and climb onto the roof and wait for you to freak the fuck out about it."