“Because I have something they all want and can’t get enough of ...” I play along, and Bianca and I look to each other. She wags her brows while I tap at my temple. “Ugh, of course!” She teasingly groans, nudging my leg with hers. “A genius swimming in a pool of powdered protein.” “Blended, not stirred,” I add with a low laugh, shrugging against the cushion.
