“–Oh m'gawf, Holffy–” Ransom swallowed his bite of pecan pie. “Parse totally elbowed Jack?”

Holster’s eyes shot up from his laptop and to the Haus TV, but the puck was already back in play.

“Aw man!” groaned Holster. “Come on, they gotta show that again. Or someone make a gif or something.”

Ransom went back to his pie. “Jack and Parse. Lol.”