It began, as all international incidents do, with a brunch invitation that should have been a polite refusal.
A week after the Hollandaise Debacle, the Villa Amnesia was "on high alert," which in their case meant Eduardo had reinforced the lemon tree with motion sensors, Gregory had claimed diplomatic immunity via a Twitter poll, and Rico had opened an Etsy store selling tiny encrypted USB necklaces under the brand Squawk & Dagger.
But the real storm broke when the bonsai convened its Summit of Emerging Threats in the library.
Zach discovered it at 2 a.m., wandering downstairs for a glass of scotch and a break from emotionally compromising puppet therapy homework.
The bonsai sat in the center of the Persian rug, wearing a ceremonial sash and flanked by:
Rico, perched on a velvet armchair, dictating minutes.
Gregory, coiled ominously atop a stack of Forbes magazines.
A robotic vacuum Eduardo had jury-rigged with sentience (don't ask), currently serving as a mobile tea tray.
