“Hey, Bianca.” He rolled up his sleeves, not that it would matter in a minute. “Let’s talk about how overrated Tim Burton’s films are.” Her shoulders slowly pulled back. “What did you just say?” Once again, he extended a hand to Rose. This time she took it, and the explosion of prideful glee inside him might have been disproportionate, but he didn’t care. A win was a win. “You heard me. Quirk does not always equal quality.”

