Twelve
“He said that?”
“You weren’t meant to be listening!” I accused.
“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. My ‘Tool Radar’ pinged me awake. Viggo really is a complete—”
“No,” I interrupt. “He isn’t a complete whatever-you’re-about-to-say. He just speaks his mind. I respect that. He fights for his right to express his opinion, and he actually has the intelligence to—”
Jed claps his hand over my mouth. “I’m sorry, Princess, but for the time being I’m over hearing about Viggo MacDuff. I think it’s time for an adventure. If you really think you can handle it. And, by the by, the only fighting for a right I want to hear about now is …”
“To party!” we sing together.
After I finish giggling, I say seriously, “We’re not actually going to party, are we? Because I’m not really dressed for it.”
Jed
