"It ain't our fault if you have hot friends," Crowley said reasonably, grinning and shrugging his shoulders, "It's natural curiosity. Just asking some questions. You can't blame us for that."

"Depends on the questions," Holden reasoned as he came in from the hallway, having been in Tommy's room to help with his homework. "What do you want for lunch, Jon?"

"We could order," Crowley suggested.

"Right. Someone thinks we're rich." Holden laughed, looking at Bill. "You're staying for lunch, right?"