He tosses her the candy, and she gleefully gathers them in a pile. “Don’t tell Nik,” he says. I wonder if he stole them. “And don’t get another cavity. He’ll blame me.” She gives him a look. “Like I can help that.” “Chew slower,” he refutes. I try not to laugh. There’s no way the pace you eat stops a cavity from forming, but it’s kind of cute that he’d suggest it to his little sister.
