“Rocket ships,” Chetta said, shaking her head and smiling fondly.
Bossuet looked up from where he was holding the ladder. Trial and error had proven that was the best place for him when doing housework. “Yes,” he said solemnly. “It is my professional opinion as a real estate agent that rocket ships improve any house.”
Joly giggled, then cleared his throat and nodded. “It’s true. Rocket ships are awesome, therefore they improve the health of those around them. That’s my professional opinion as a med student. Hand me the next sheet?”
Chetta laughed and passed up the wallpaper. “Of course.”