“ I disagree. it’s too RICH.
like chocolate cake but worse, because you rarely cut up the richness of red velvet
with, like, strawberries, or another acidic fruit. “
she shrugged, then wrinkled her nose. she had to quicken her stride to follow
though it never occurred to her to just … stop.
she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, embarrassed.
“ one of my brothers is a baker. I have a lot of opinions on cake.
so, I — I wasn’t trying to make fun of your dreams. “
it was easier to keep up now.
that was nice. she crossed her arms, bringing her sweater closer to the chest,
and tried for a smile. “ sometimes it’s nice to be the main character,
since it only happens in your head.
or, not. I was the baby of the family for years, so, like, same thing.
….
oh! I’m sorry, right, yeah. weird dreams.
for a solid month, my dreams took place on a pirate ship? “
“ you’re allowed your opinions. ”
he stated calmly,
hands in his pockets as they continued on.
perhaps she did know better.
she certainly had more experience with sweets than he did.
still, he was stubborn and undeniably unwavering in his beliefs.
“ even if your opinions are wrong. ”
“ i consider fruit on dessert to be much like my religion.
u n b e l i e v a b l e. ”
he furrowed his brow,
stealing a quick glance of her at her admission
of being the baby of the family.
“ and here i thought the youngest always got the most attention. ”
perhaps that was only with his family.
and maybe that was less about age and more about overall personality.
“ i assume you mean the glorified version of a pirate ship ? ”
he asked,
genuine in his curiosity as he shot her another look.
“ that actually sounds really cool.
i love the water.
i’m also a big fan of alliteration despite the bad rep it gets: captain kitty.
unless ... you weren’t the captain ? ”
