Garden of WhitneyUpdated at Sep 19, 2023, 21:19
Oh, stop talking, you adorable little bear. She touched Dad's nose, which only appeared to make him angrier as seen by the growing furrow between his brows. Dad sighed, trying to maintain his fake sternness, "Don't get on my nerves, Jane," yet a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth."What are you going to do?" Her tone was full of mischief. The dynamic between the two of them was one to which I had gotten used over time. But right now, with the rumbling of the hungry rats in my gut, I needed them to concentrate on making breakfast.