"Quiet as a little lamb," Michael promised, and then, because he'd been around actual lambs, between Luag and Steve's and their crazy farms, added, "or a lot quieter and without the shitting everywhere. Money back guarantee on that'n."
He followed Padma into the kitchen, and once she was settled, offered her a one-armed hug across the shoulders, trying to avoid the sling. She had every right to look grumpy, considering the week she'd had -- he made a mental note to hang out with her properly soon. The occasional postcard was a poor substitute for an actual meeting. "S'good to see you, Pads. Although let's not get into a discussion about the jumper, s'always gonna be too early for that one. You eaten yet? 'Cause I came by t'fix somewhat up for Lavender. Lost a bet and all."