Alpha Omega 03 - Fair Game

piled up some pancakes on a plate, poured maple syrup over them, and handed them to his da.
    “What did they say?” asked Charles.
    “They apologized for the disruption their actions will have on our ability to integrate with human society.” He ate a bite of pancake and closed his eyes. “They thanked me for my son’s help in the matter of Les Heuter.”
    “The fae thanked you?” asked Charles. The fae didn’t thank anyone, nor was it wise to thank the fae: it put you in their power.
    His father nodded. “Then they asked me to meet with them to discuss matters of diplomacy.”
    “What did you say?”
    His father smiled briefly, ate another bite of pancake. “I told them I’d consider it. I don’t intend to let them force me into following their lead.”
    Anna held up her glass of orange juice in a formal toast. “To interesting times,” she said.
    His da leaned over and kissed her forehead.
    Charles smiled and took a bite of his deer pancake. It tasted just fine.