George was sorting through his laundry, trying to decide which Star Wars shirt he wanted to wear (small decisions were easiest right now) when he heard Wrath's voice. He poked his head out the door and called, "Just a minute!"

Shrugging the Darth Vader shirt over his shoulders, he headed out into the living room to see Patrick staring in alarm at Wrath. George glanced between them before offering a smile. "Hey, Wrath. Is that McDonalds?"