Uh-oh, she knew that tone. "Don't call the police. We're related."*
Silly Pappy.
Tricks are for kids--and since Allegra's matury level usually averaged as that of a twelve-year old boy with ADD...well, it went a long way in explaining why she was crouched behind a dessert cart.
Of course, she'd arrived first; Allegra had been right near Owl's when she called. Did Pappy honestly think she'd leave her chances of a headstart to accident? Because he really should've known her.
Clearly, a refresher course was needed.
Eyes steady as a jaguar's, Allegra grit her teeth, judged distance, tensed at the knee, and sprung.
"Pappy! Pappy, Pappy! PappyPappypappypappy!"
People stared. Then again, they always did. Plus, admittedly, the sight of a blond twenty-something hugging a man's befuddled head with lethal enthusiasm was somewhat conspicuous.