Long story short, they went to McDonalds.
Artemis was appalled. How could they suddenly sink so low to stop at a place selling one-dollar ‘hamburgers’, that even middle-class citicens refused to eat at? It was appalling.
Artemis himself had ordered a simple salad,that was obviously at least a week old. The twins had ordered ‘Happy meals’, which came with little toys that they only put in so that the buyer would get their money’s worth.
But that was yesterday, thank Heaven. Artemis was walking down the hall, when he heard voices in Beckett’s room. Past experience told him that they were up to no good. So he did something out of character.
Hiding just outside of the door, flattening himself out like they did in cheesy movies, Artemis was able to hear the voices clearly.
Beckett spoke first: “Will Daddy buy us candy?”
There was an intake of breath, a clicking sound, and then wild happy screams.
Then Myles asked a question: “Will Mommy let me get a puppy?”
“WE!” shreiked Becckett as the clicking started again. This time there was groans.
“But I don’t WANNA ask again!!” Beckett cried.
“It’s okay, we’ll use your top,” Myles comforted.
“But,” Beckett said, lowering his voice, “It only answers questions about you-know-who.”
Artemis gathered what he knew about his situation so far. The twins were spinning a top and asking questions. He assumed it was one of those tops with the answers to yes or no questions on the sides, and which ever one the toy lands on is your answer.
There was a pause, and then Beckett made his first move: “Will Artemis let us have a puppy?”
The clicking started. After a moment, Myles said “Will he buy us candy?”
Beckett giggled. “Will he get fat?”
Myles grinned. “Will he have kids?”
“Will he get peircings?”
“Will he need surgery?”
“Will he die?”
“Will he get drunk?”
“Will he throw up on me?”
“Will he kiss a girl?”
“Will he marry Holly?”
“Will he buy a ferret?”
There was a pause, asn Artemis burst into the room just in time to see the top drop:
Uh, yeah. I was bored. Can you tell?