Staring at Zayden, Levant remarked with a chuckle, “You like the shirt? It's unique, for I customized it just for Luke. If you really like it, ask your daddy to pay, and I'll have Luke sell it to you.”
“How much is it?” Zayden inquired, blinking his big eyes.
“Make the call first. I'll tell you when you've gotten through to your daddy.”
Zayden truly wanted the shirt Luke was wearing, so he obediently did as Levant said and phoned Davin.
“Why did you phone me, Zayden? Are you sick of living at Imperial Garden and want me to go and drive you home?”