Franklin was down with mayo, but on a grilled cheese? That was blasphemous. No wonder he was soured on the condiment.

Franklin noticed Pete looking around. He was pretty sure the poor kid was going to need ... more counselling, as if he didn't have enough problems in his life. At least he was safe now.

He finished up the sandwich, cut it diagonally, and handed it over to Pete. "There's chips in the pantry if you want some, too."