“There’s no way.”
“Yeah, but like, they barely had tools. How the hell…”
“Okay, so they just walked around with ten-foot-long fingernails?”
Cassadee pokes her head in the kitchen. “What is it this time?”
“How cavemen cut their nails,” Alex says like they’re having a conversation about the weather.
Cassadee laughs. “And I thought it was bad last week with the real reason olive oil was invented.”
“It was totally ancient lube. Look it up.”
“Alex, not everything you read is true.” Rian looks exasperated by this point.
“I’m just saying! Just because they didn’t have actual lube doesn’t mean they didn’t need it.”
“Speaking of lube…” Alex starts.
“No!” Cassadee and Rian say at the same time.
“Alex, it’s 7:15 in the morning. We are not having a discussion about lube.” Cassadee puts her hands on her hips.
“Anyway, I was going to make breakfast before Alex decided to ask me about cavemen’s nails. Cass, you okay with pancakes?”
“Sure.” Cassadee sits beside Alex at the table, running a hand through her hair.
Alex leans over and pecks her on the cheek. “Also,” he says, as if it’s the first time it crossed his mind, “Good morning.”