“It’s been five minutes,” he whines. “You’re telling me I need to wait longer to be pretty?” “Beauty is pain and patience.” Ava folds her hands across her chest and settles back into the couch cushions. “Plus, you know you’re a pretty princess already, so shut up.” “Aw, am I?” He bats his lashes at her, flashing her a winning smile. They’ve been going back and forth since she arrived. It started with him sneaking a bite of her enchilada and her hangry self retaliating by making him do masks with us. Truth be told I think he enjoys it.
