then Clem broke the odd silence by laughing. “You’re welcome.” “What?” Mariel said, looking as if she’d recently been hit very hard over the head. There were spots of pink scattered across her cheekbones like fingerprints. “I assume you were trying to say thank you. To me. For helping you with your shirt. Not sure it warranted such enthusiasm, but I don’t know the Merry Men customs.”
CLEM WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT WHY ARE YOU SO SILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
