Mar 20, 2014
"Is there something on my face?"
Abigail glanced over at Mathilda’s pale, pixie-like face and despite her efforts, laughed out loud. "A bit of frozen — or melted, yogurt. What do you run at, 150 degrees?" She licked two of her fingertips and rubbed it off of the surface of her skin like a Mother would. Friends don’t let friends run around with melted white yogurt on their faces, though, right? x