“Move over,” she said to Po, shoving his legs. “Hello,” he said. “Would it kill you to ask nicely?” “I’ve been asking you nicely for at least ten seconds and you’ve been ignoring me. Move over. I want to sit down.” Po made a show of beginning to move out of the way, then flipped himself off the sofa and flattened her. “So predictable,” Bitterblue muttered as the two of them began wrestling on the rug.
