Clara's POV
I responded amid his tale, "If I had been your grandmother, I would have slapped you for that."
"Do you realise that you are short? You would have to grow first before you can slap me," he joked, asking in a way that almost seemed challenging.
I questioned, "Is that how it's going to be?" I taunted, "Okay, Mr. Giganto."
He gave a playful, "Yes, shortcake" response.
Not that moniker.
I said, waving my fork at him, "You call me shortcake again, and I'll show you just how sweet this cake can be."
My warnings were ineffective; instead, he burst out laughing.
"Did you even reach puberty? I bet you are still the same height as you were fifteen years ago," he said.
I said quietly, "I grew about two centimetres taller."
He laughed and laughed till he almost choked on his supp
