"You poured coffee on him?"
Odelia had stopped halfway through serving, the spoon suspended over the dish, staring across the table with her mouth open.
"Not on purpose." Jessica reached for the water. "Obviously not on purpose. Who wakes up in the morning and thinks, right, today I'm going to redecorate the Chairman?"
Odelia's eyes went wide. "Wait, wait, wait. How are you saying this without tears? Do you still have your job?"
"Of course," Jessica said with a snort.
Over by the sink, Sebastian was crouched down with his head half under the cupboard, wrestling with a pipe that had been dripping since the day they moved in. He had turned up with a toolbox, refused all offers of help, and was now making a series of small noises at the plumbing.
"That's not even the mad part," Jessica said.
Odelia sat down. "There's a mad part?"
"There's a very mad part."
"Go on."
"He hugged me."
The spoon came down on the table with a clatter. "He what?"
