“This thing with the Guerra twins and your dad all gets resolved, say, tomorrow . . . you’re out of here?” “I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about it. I kind of like it here. Except for the weird demands for baked goods. But then again . . . the bears do give me ovens. So that seems fair.” “I don’t want you to go,” he admitted. “I’m not going anywhere. Yet. And this seems like a really intense conversation for two people who’ve known each other for a very short amount of time.”
