Cissie grimaced, making a face. "She talked in her sleep. About food, a lot. Once she told me it was okay, because we could put the chicken in the picnic basket and nail it shut. And then there was the time she woke up shouting 'toast!' and flew into the ceiling."

She smiled in amusement, shaking her head. Mysterious girl thing. She really had missed him. "All right," she said, pushing herself up off the floor. "Don't forget pajamas. Or a toothbrush."