“Guess you’re picking where we go next time. Since this one was such a resounding success, you’re stuck with me now. I’m the human form of loose glitter.” She pretended to sprinkle some around me, like a possessive pixie. Glad to see her carefree demeanor recovered, I allowed myself a modest smile. “Or a popcorn kernel impossibly wedged b-b-between my molars.” My stomach clenched as I repeated the consonant but she strode on next to me, unfazed. “You mean your fangs, Count Flannelly?” Lark swept a challenging look up and down, and put on a fake Transylvanian accent. “Ze night is still young.
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