“Cuz it is once you get used to it. It’s your turn to try.”
She reluctantly took the controller and gingerly tapped the stick. The drone lifted off and promptly dropped back down.
“Keep your hand steady,” Tristan said. “Keep moving it until it’s over our heads.”
She followed his instructions, finally getting the device airborne. Hovering left and then right, Morgan was starting to get the hang of it when she tapped the control a little too hard. The drone flew forward, colliding with a cluster of trees near the corner of the garage.
To her horror, it tilted to the side and became tangled with two low-hanging branches. “Oh, no!”
“Don’t worry. I’ll get it out.” Tristan scampered up the tree. Clinging to a lower branch, he crawled toward it and finally grabbed hold of the base.
“Be careful.” If Morgan didn’t know better, she would’ve thought her nephew was a professional tree climber.
He plucked the drone from its resting spot and held it in the palm of his hand. “I can’t climb down with one hand. You've gotta get it back up in the air.”
“I’ll try.” Slowly…slowly, Morgan tapped the joystick, lifting the drone off Tristan’s palm. With the utmost care, she brought it back toward her and lowered it onto the ground.
Tristan clambered down the tree and ran over. “It’s a good thing you didn’t get it caught too high.”
She handed him the controller. “It’s a cool drone, but I think I’ll leave the flying to the pros.”
“I’m ready to go in.” The boy carefully packed up his new toy and followed Morgan to the house. Taking the side door, they tromped into the kitchen.
Mrs. Arnsby stood at the back counter, pastry bag in hand.
“How was the drone lesson?”
Morgan gave a thumbs down. “Okay until it crashed into a tree and got tangled in the branches.”
“I got it out.” Tristan eyed the counter with interest. “What are you making?”
“Carrot cake.”
He curled his lip. “Gross.”
“I love carrot cake,” Morgan said. “Have you ever tried it?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because it has carrots and I don’t like them.”
“It doesn’t taste like carrots,” the cook chuckled.
“What does it taste like?”
“Cream cheese, sugar, nuts, cinnamon.”
“I like cinnamon,” Tristan said.
“What about cream cheese?” Morgan asked.
“I don’t know what it tastes like.”
“You’ve never tasted cream cheese?”
He shrugged.
