Arguing like kids

BLUE

“Do you suppose she knows about it?” I turned to Fred, who was trying to whisk something for breakfast, while Scarlett's mistress watched from the distance with a puzzled look on her face, probably wondering if we were the same kings she had heard so much about. We'd been here for longer than we have done since we left this place. Our Bunny didn't want to return, and we couldn't force her to do that. She was just so stubborn, and we knew we had to tread carefully with her.

“Knows what?” He turned to look at me, a frown on his face at getting disturbed. Expertly turning the eggs, he tried to keep his focus on me, and half on the eggs. Our Bunny loves her fried eggs with pepper, onions, salt and spice, so we try to make it as good as she likes. Okay, not we, Fred. He was the one who cooked while I stood next to him, keeping him company.

I'm such a wonderful brother, right?

“Our plans.” I glared at him, wondering where his head was at. I figured he would know what I was talking a