“We appear to be about the same age. I am not a ‘mister’ to you.” “Well, you certainly act like one,” she retorted. At the irritated look he gave her, she pouted. “I’m not feeling well. I’m on my moon’s blood. Can’t we…can’t we eat and find a place for me to meditate, and learn some Seals?” Two spots of pink appeared on Zen’s cheeks; they spread, flushing down his neck and coloring his face a shade of mortification.
Ahaha
