“Go pinch his butt,” I giggle. She blushes dark green. “No!” I frown. “Why not? Does he have a gross butt?” Mossie frowns, tossing a hair-vine over her shoulder. “I don’t know. I didn’t look. Should I have looked?” “Umm, duh. What if he has a bad one?” She claps a hand over her mouth, horrified. “I never even thought of that!” “Mm-hmm. I know. That’s why you have me.” “You are so smart.”
