“Wait, so, Jim is your boyfriend?” I asked.
At this, the big blue guy came over. He also held a half-munched meatball sandwich. Where the heck was everyone getting these from?
Jim was a little bit shorter than me, had long black hair tied into a topknot, wore a glittering navy suit, and had bright, cerulean skin.
“Hey,” Jim said, extending his non-sandwich hand for me to shake. “Thanks for letting me come, and huge congrats and all that.”
“Giddy . . .” I began.
Gideon bounced his weight between his feet.
“I need details please.”
“Okay, fine,” he said, releasing a breath. “Well, it all started with that lamp. You know the one Mash and I bought from eFae? So it arrived, but it wasn’t the one I’d ordered. It was this weird, gross, dusty oil lamp—”
“Oh, did you just call my lamp gross?” Jim said.
Mash’s jaw fell open. He gaped at me as we both slotted the puzzle pieces together. Lamp, blue-skinned guy, Giddy suddenly having a friend.
“Do you want to tell this story?” Giddy said to Jim.
“Gladly,” Jim said. He took in a deep breath. “So . . .”
