Jamie had wandered into the kitchen and bitten into a brownie, letting out an appreciative sound. "Holy crap, Aunt Maddy, these are so good." It came out garbled, but Maddy smiled anyway.
"Good," she said, addressing Thomas. "Sounds like the best plan. And Vicodin is awesome, they gave me some when I got my wisdom teeth pulled. No pain. It was great."
"Dad, if you need to sleep, you should," Jamie said, leaning against the doorframe. "I don't think anyone's going anywhere, anyway."