"Well," he said, trying to process what he was seeing. "Noah's gotten pretty good at making pancakes." Copper had none of Adam's reticence; she knew Gansey's scent and was going wild from him being here. Her tail wagged a heavy drumbeat, occasionally whacking Gansey in the thigh.

"So did they tell you?" It seemed important to begin at the begin when they had the luxury to do so. "You and this city and...everything."