“Well, if you like honesty," Ro said, following him over to Keefe, "it stinks here, too. Everything smells like . . . "
"Fresh air?" Sophie guessed.
"Awww, my girl keeps getting snarkier and snarkier," Keefe said proudly.
"I'm not your girl," Sophie snapped back. "And don't think I'm done being mad at you!"
"Ohhh, a lovers' quarrel!" Ro clapped her hands. "Those are my favorite. Anyone have snacks? I feel like we should have snacks for this."
"That's not what this is," Sophie told her. "We're not . . .
never mind."
Ro grinned, flashing pointed teeth. "If you say so."
"Foster's not ready to face her feelings," Keefe stage-whispered.
"I'm ready to strangle you," Sophie countered.”
―
Shannon Messenger,
Nightfall