Page 2 of The Banning of Bath Bombs
Finn is typing…
Roman is typing…
Ivy is typing…
Ezra is typing…
Kit:We’ll let you keep thinking that.
Everyone stopped typing.
Declan:I hate all of you.
Delaine:You know you love us.
Declan:Regrettably.
Kit:*Snicker*
Declan:I’m not feeling the love. Leave me be while I take a bubble bath to soak away the stench of betrayal.
Roman:Awww. Don’t be like that…
Declan:I be like that, Roman. I be like that until my bath is over.
Declan smirked as he heard Roman’s laughter from down the hall. A warm, pleasant sound, even if it was at Declan’s expense. Sighing, Declan picked up the grimoire and continued toward his bathroom, muttering as he worked himself up into a proper tizzy.
“I mean, the utternerveof Gunnar!” Declan cried, his voice echoing in the spacious, tiled bathroom. He then realized that in his despair, he’d forgotten a few pre-bath steps.
He resumed muttering as he turned and plodded back toward his room. He connected his phone to the charger on his nightstand before disrobing and carrying his new, pretty grimoire into the bathroom. Getting things ready for his bath, he pulled out his new bath bomb and set it on the counter next to his towel.
“How dare he keep me from my Amazon account?” Declan puffed up his chest, indignation rising with every item he set on the counter—wide-toothed comb, sanitized loofah, sangria from the decanter he had set with a chilling spell when Ivy had postponed his bath nearly an hour ago.
“How dare he deprive me of an entire empire worth billions of dollars selling millions of books I’ve never heard of, let alone read? There are more produced every day, and I am, what? Supposed to stay in my library and pretend they don’t exist?”
He set his new grimoire on the edge of the tub and disrobed, eager to indulge in a soak while reading.
Turning around, Declan carefully unwrapped the bath bomb, only to receive a face full of fragrant powder. He sneezed several times, accidentally dropping the bath bomb, but thank all the gods it actually landed in the bathtub. He did not want to clean up another mess this afternoon. Why, no, he had not shoved that shelf full of books to the floor. Kassandra had framed him!
He grumbled while eyeing the bathtub full of now murky green water. Why was there color but no fizz? No bubbles? What was the world coming to where a man couldn’t enjoy a bubble bath that smelled like sweet pea and sugar and had actual fizz and bubbles?
His day could be summed up by disappointing froths that looked more like dirty seafoam.
Declan muttered to the empty air, “Now, I’m not normally the type to throw down over bubbles, but I have standards. In regard to bubble baths, I am judge, jury, and that bitch.”
He eyed the tub warily before looking around the bathroom.
What could he add to his poor, neglected bath water to make it fizz and bubble?
He looked at the bath bomb’s label again and sneered—effervescent his ass.
With a put-upon sigh, he wandered back out of his bathroom and glanced about his room. Surely he had something tucked away in his bedroom or—
Mother Hecate. Alka-Seltzer!
With glee, Declan rushed around the bed for his apothecary chest and pulled out two unopened boxes of Alka-Seltzer, leaving the opened one and another full box behind.
What? A man gets heartburn after a night of Tex-Mex with his family. Kit always tried to kill him with extra spice, but it was sotasty.
