He sighed heavily and leaned back in the chair, balancing it on two legs, his own legs dangling in the air. “People don’t do that,” I told him. He raised an eyebrow. “Do what?” “Balance like that—not unless they’re teenage boys showing off for their girlfriends.” He brought all four legs back on the floor abruptly. “Thank you.” Bran liked to appear as human as possible, but his gratitude was a little sharp. I took a hasty sip of cocoa so he wouldn’t see my amusement.
