“Are you calling me boring, Miss Wolff?” I stalked to the bed, hiding my smirk behind a pretend scowl. “Oh, I would never. You just seem like someone who doesn’t stray far from convention. A proper Alchemist,” she said, putting air quotes around the term. “For Fates sake, I have a tail, Rose,” I said with a laugh. “What about that screams ‘proper’ to you?”
