Aspen threw Bailey a dirty look. “Your mamba is such a bitch. I’m surprised I don’t have any cracked ribs.” Bailey sniffed, rubbing her head. “I’m equally surprised I don’t have a cracked skull. Your bearcat is so damn moody.” “And yet, your snake constantly taunts her. Explain.” “You want, like, a rational explanation?” “That would be good. Am I going to get one?” “Depends what your personal definition of ‘rational’ is.”
