“I think he’s full of shit. I think he’s gonna snatch you up someday and he’s gonna love you just as much as I do. More than I do,” she corrects, pouting as she lifts her hand and presses her thumb and forefinger together. “Just a little, teeny tiny bit more.” “Are you done?” “I think you’re gonna flip his world upside down and there'll be nothing he can do to stop it.”
