“Do you prefer top or bottom?” (snarsh)
“Um... I like the top, but I should probably be on the bottom, since I usually fall off. Or, I did a lot when I used to go camping with my uncle,” Phoebe explained with a happy little nod of her head. “It’s just so hard to stay on top, even if it’s a lot easier to bounce around... that’s probably why I always fall off.” Tilting her head as she eyed the bunk beds, she looked up at Evan again. “Are you even sure you’ll fit? You’re just so... tall... and the beds are, like, super small. What if I sleep on the bottom and it breaks and you crush me?” She gasped at the idea, before realizing what way it could be taken. “Not that... I’m not calling you fat! You eat a lot of pizza, but you’re still totally in shape and super hot, you’re just... big. That’s a compliment! You have a lot of big things. Like your legs... and your feet... and your ego,” she rambled on, her brows furrowed as she finally stopped to take a breath. “... maybe we should just let me sleep on top, and I’ll be super careful. Or we can try to sleep on the top together. It’ll be really tight, but we can just cuddle! ... and I can sleep on the wall side, and you can be the first to fall off and keep me from doing it. See? Perfect!”