[photo upload of Remy’s unimpressed glower, his lips kicked slightly in mirth]
 
 11:39 a.m. Me
 
 That could be an old image.
 
 11:40 a.m. Remy
 
 I can send you a pic of something very few people would recognize if you prefer.
 
 11:41 a.m. Me
 
 ??
 
 11:41 a.m. Me
 
 Are you talking about the scar on your leg or…?
 
 11: 43 a.m. Remy
 
 Definitely not my scar, Pyro. And don’t forget that spanking is still on the table if you continue with the sass.
 
 Wednesday
 
 2:49 p.m. Me
 
 My dad hasn’t worked much this week. Instead he’s been visiting with friends and relatives. It’s like he’s on a farewell tour. I hate it.
 
 3:05 p.m. Remy
 
 Maybe you should take some time off too. Want me to find someone else to help with the workload?
 
 3:33 p.m. Me
 
 No thanks. Your recruitment of Wesley was bad enough. I’m pretty sure he’s already slept with Ivy, despite me warning him not to. When can I set him on fire?
 
 3:33 p.m. Me
 
 I mean—when can I fire him?
 
 3:35 p.m. Remy
 
 Why do I suddenly feel like the least psychotic person in this conversation?
 
 Thursday
 
 5:57 p.m. Me
 
 Thanks for the flowers. They almost made me cry.
 
 6:25 p.m. Remy
 
 Flowers? What flowers?
 
 6:34 p.m. Me
 
 I know it was you. Who else would send me fifty red roses with a card that says—I can’t wait to see you again?
 
 6:36 p.m. Remy