Bad Idea

"I taught you how to pick locks and this is how you use that skill!?"

Under my breath, I seethed.

"Well, I'm sorry I'm not practical with my skills, oh wise teacher," I spat through grit teeth. "What do you want me to do? Break into the Louvre to steal the Mona Lisa?"

I was met with an eye roll.

"Still, for a candy box?"

"Hey, I'm curious! What's the point of candy if you don't share it," I point out, "Or eat it." Cynthia shrugged and watched me work.

"Still, the boss doesn't like it when we look through his things. I don't know why you haven't learned this by now. Sometimes I think you want an early grave."

"I'll just take a quick peek—or bite," I said, "and he won't even know the difference."

"I won't know the difference about what?" Cynthia and I froze in our tracks. We're completely screwed for this one.