This Time

“You look mad, Asa.”
“I am mad.”
“What’d I do this time?”
“You know damn well what you did.”
“Oh, I take it you found the wine stain on your carpet.”
“No.”
“You want your cigars back?”
“No... I mean, yes! Now try again.”
“Is this about the fire I built on the deck?”
“What!”
“Don’t worry, I put it out.” 
“Dammit Luna.”
“Eventually.”
“Is there anything else I should know about?”
“Think I broke your toaster.”
“Just be quiet.”
“And the sliding glass door.”
“Shut up, Luna.”
“Oh and I found a bunch of spray paint!”
*growl*
“Okay, I think I’m out of guesses.”
“You better be.”