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[foolishwren]

It had been a relief to find Beckett in one piece upon arrival. Given Heather's temper, Artemis would honestly not have been surprised if she handed his younger brother over to him in a crate like some kind of out-of-control ape.

But the child was fit as a fiddle and happy as ever. Even Heather, although she had hissed to him through gritted teeth that if he ever dumped Beckett on her without warning again she would sell him to a zoo, seemed more or less composed and sane. She even waved goodbye to the tyke and let him pet her ever-patient Ponyta one last time.

No... it was not until days after that Artemis learned of the true damage she had inflicted upon his impressionable younger sibling.

A cool disdain was about as close to furious as Artemis ever got, but when he dialed up Heather's number after making this unfortunate discovery, he was so disdainful it was almost palpable.

"Yeah, what?" Her usual insultingly-casual greeting crackled through the speakers and Artemis closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.

"Miss Mason. I demand an explanation."

".... For?"

"This morning. I asked Beckett what he would like for breakfast and do you know what he asked for?"

"Cake?"

"... Well, yes, but after that." Artemis would not allow his point to be derailed. "He asked." A brief pause for effect. ".... For hot dogs."

Heather's reply was infuriatingly apathetic. "Yeah? So?"

"So," Artemis intoned, letting all that icy disdain drip into his voice liberally. "He wouldn't eat a thing I offered him unless it was hot dogs. When I refused, do you know what he said?"

"'Your mom'?"

Beckett had not said 'Your mom', but Artemis made a quick mental note to blame those several days his brother had spent with her in Violet if that particular worldly Heather phrase ever showed up in the boy's vocabulary.

"No. He said, and I quote: 'Heather said hot dogs for breakfast GOOD!'"

"Sounds about right."

"Frankly, I am appalled you would feed a child that... garbage."

"WHAT, so I gave the kid some real food for a change. It's not gonna kill him. I figured after four years eating caviar and snails or whatever it is you rich British people eat, he could stand to snack on something that didn't come out of a shell."

Artemis's reply came through gritted teeth.

"We are Irish and furthermore, escargot is French, not British."

"It's still snails. Being spelled differently doesn't magically change it into something other than snails! You eat snails."

"It happens to be a delicacy."

"Whatever. You can pretty much give any explanation you want, but all I have to do is reiterate 'You eat snails' and I pretty much win the argument."

Simmering, Artemis took a moment to collect himself before taking a deep breath and opening his mouth again. "To return from that ridiculous derailment to the original point of the conversation, I would appreciate it if in the future you did not get my brother addicted to cheap, preservative-filled swill--"

"You eat snails."

In the outraged silence on Artemis's part that followed, Heather spoke up blandly from the other end of the line.

"We cool? Okay, I got stuff to do. Later."

The conversation ended with a click and Artemis rubbed his temples, vowing never to leave Heather alone for too long with Beckett again.