“Drying, what’s drying?” he stood up tall giving her a strange look. He saw her dark eyes looking at the oven. “Drying? No. It’s warming up,” he made a quick comment. Of course, he wanted to avoid the topic.
He quickly pulled out his squirt gun and squirted her with his little water pistol, “That’s what needed to be dried!” He winked at her. He turned the water on the sink and he started to re-fill his water pistol. “Never leave it empty. Y’ never know who you’ll need to use it against. It saved my life a couple times.”