“Is that true?” “What? That I don’t like dog bathwater in my mouth? Of course, who would?” “No.” He shook his head. “That you like it here.” “Oh. Well, yeah.” All the muscles in his face relaxed except for the corner of his mouth that turned up. “Good. That didn’t take as long as I thought it would.” “Huh?” “Nothing, Shortcake.” He chuckled and sank backward into the water. “I’m just glad you approve.”
