"I SWEAR, York...!" South snapped with balled fists, not at all bothered by the attention she was calling to herself in her fit.
Carolina looked over. "What the...?"
"A what or a piece of glass?" Doc asked, head tilting and brow furrowing.
"Delta..." North repeated to himself. "I like it. I'm Isaac, but people call me North." He nodded.
Washington blinked at the pot, immediately intrigued. He followed the two a little, hiding around the corner of the house and trying to place the smells.












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