Akis rests contentedly in the head chair of the Sactown Royalty dining room. The turkey is brined and baked, the sides are ready, and the pies and pastries glisten in the corner. At his side sits his right-hand man for all things Kings. Sporting a Liam Neeson fan club shirt, Greg giggles to himself as he pens a letter to Santa, trying to ruin even the jolly man’s marriage.
A loud voice interrupts Akis’s thoughts. “WHERE ARE THE APRICOTS?” Bryant shouts into the void. “Shut up, Bryant!” Kevin responds. “There are no apricots.