Wyatt ticks off these criteria on his fingers as she lists them. "Real important. Gonna need to make a check list for a getting-kicked-out-the-theater buddy."

That declaration makes him snort. "You know? I think my mama'd agree with you." Of course, his mama sees curses and grims behind every corner. She's always willing to back anyone up on any negative assumption or prediction. "The hell portal," he echoes with a lopsided little grin. "Who knew I'd done so much partying at a hell portal?"