Her expression grows sly. “What if I keep stealing skins and writing more on them? Will you hide those for me, too?” Clever little thief. “I shall.” “What if someone asks why you’re hoarding so much leather?” “I will tell anyone that asks that I am very cold at night, rub my stump, and they will trip over themselves to apologize.” She laughs, smacking my arm lightly. “You’re terrible. I love it.” I might be, but I like her smile too much to care.
I love their banter, it’s super cute!
