I flick my eyes to the sky. “I swear, you’re like... a pizza pocket. Hot on the outside, so you start eating it, but if you don’t get the timing just right, you find out it’s cold in the middle.” His head tugs back and he gives a hard blink. “What?” I growl and try again. “You make no sense!” “Not seeing the problem here. I’m hot and you want a bite.” “Not what I was saying at all.” He throws his arms out. “Okay, Tiny Tina,
