“And here I thought you were mildly human,” I huff. “I should’ve—” “Winnifred.” He smirks, delighted. “What?” “I won’t win.” “But you—” “And just for the record, I love that out of all the things I could’ve done for Calypso Hall—repair the floors, the seats, put a fresh coat of paint on the walls—you chose something for yourself. Very telling. I find altruism such a boring trait.”
