Peder's asking about our parents killed mine and Drake's moods. When we sat down at the table, no one tried to start the conversation. My eyes moved to the floor and I saw the remains of a rope tied to the leg of the table. I was confused for a second, but then remembered what it was for. Years ago, I forgot how many, I had rigged that up for dessert when I needed a good laugh. That's about what we all needed right now. I managed to keep a straight face through the rest of dinner, which was especially hard when I looked at Drake. Finally, dessert time came. It was pie--perfect.
"Here you go! Dig in." I set a piece of pie in front of Drake and one in front of Peder. I quickly sat down with my pie and waited for the right moment. Drake had a funny habit of picking up his plate when he was eating pie, which is what he did right now. I reached down, untied the rope and tugged hard.