The way she cackled did not inspire much confidence.
“We are supposed to be quiet, are we not?” Lateef asked.
“Man, I don’t think this nut cares about how anything’s supposed to be done,” Sprinkle said, but he didn’t sound mad at all. If anything, he sounded amused.
“Hey, hey! Do not. Call me a nut,” Amadee told him, sounding serious for a second. “Nuts are the enemy. Call me crazy or something if you like.”
“You are fine being called crazy?” Borislava asked, surprised.
Amadee scoffed, chuckling somewhat. “I am from Cheese City, Boris. We do not care what is fine, but rather if it is right. Or true, rather--ow!”
Jack saw Amadee hopping to the side. Skipping on one foot, she massaged her ankle.
“You kicked me!” Amadee accused a standing Borislava, who leaned in, wagging her finger in
