“Why didn’t you tell me?” Calladia grabbed a pillow from the floor and tossed it in his direction. “That I beat you up? I thought I had.” Pain stabbed through his head, and his eye twitched. “It was completely unprovoked.” “Mmmm, was it though?” she asked skeptically, chucking another pillow and narrowly missing his face. She wasn’t taking this seriously enough. He batted the next pillow aside. “I didn’t do anything to you,” he argued, “and then you hit me and insulted my hat—” “It was a terrible hat,” she said.
