C35 The ONE

“Tattie scones.”

We left the bar, making sure it was locked tight, then strolled down Royal Mile.

“You do realize there are other breakfast foods, right?” Kirby asked in a wry tone.

“All others dim in comparison.”

“Right. Tattie scones it is. Speaking of scones… you owe me a bottle of Speyside whisky.” He tugged my hand, causing me to bump his shoulder as we walked.

“Ugh, that’s right