“Hello, Pickles.” I scooped the dust bunny up from my pillow and fell down on my bed. The springs creaked, the feathers fluffed, and I was home. “Ahh, it’s good to see you.”
“I’m talking to you,” Ryoko scolded, sitting down on the foot of the bed. “Where were you? Did you stay over in Flavia’s room again?”
Irritated, I sat up and placed Pickles on my lap where she happily nibbled on my shirt. What was the Dragon’s fascination with Flavia? Did she have a crush on her or something? Why did she keep asking about her?
“Well? I thought you said you were going to explain.” Fire flickered in Ryoko’s eyes, but it didn’t scare me. In fact, it was kind of adorable.
I relaxed against the wall as I stared at her. “You’re cute.”
Her expression changed and her cheeks flared up. “What?”
“You heard
