She reaches out her hand then drops the three pieces back into the bag and offers it to me with a resigned sigh. “You can have them all if you become my friend.” When I don’t take it, she shoves it into my lap. “I gave you my Maltesers, you have to be my friend.” I smile at her funny expression. She looks on the verge of taking back her chocolate and running away to eat them in the corner. “Okay,” I say. “Okay?” “Okay, I’ll be your friend.” She claps, giggling. “Yes!”
