"You... what did you say?" Lana almost had the urge to go to an ENT specialist. There was no way Lucian would have said it!
"BJ?" Lucian frowned as if he were talking about the most natural thing.
"Do you even know the full form?" Lana was filled with disbelief and asked.
"Yes. Doesn't it mean "biscuits and jam"?
For two whole seconds, the car was so silent that even the hum of the engine felt unbearably loud.
Lana stared at Lucian.
Mr. Crow stared at Lucian.
Even the driver's shoulders stiffened, though he wisely pretended he had suddenly lost his sense of hearing.
"…Biscuits," Lana repeated slowly, as if testing each syllable, "and jam?"
Lucian nodded, completely composed. "Yes. Is there a problem?"
Mr. Crow's beak twitched violently. 'He is lying!'
Lana blinked once. Twice. Then she laughed.
It wasn't loud or unrestrained, but a soft, breathy sound that slipped out before she could stop it.
She raised a hand to cover her mouth, her shoulders shaking faintly.
