Nathan slowly stood again, his head swiveling to look at his mother with a look that managed to accomplish both discontent and disbelief at the same time. She wanted him to have a cookie. She wanted him to sit down and have a cookie like she hadn't just made him be in the same room with her. Right.
"What could have possibly made you think locking us in here was any sort of good or even mediocre idea?" he demanded. "Or did you know it was wrong, but did it anyway?"