Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“I’m Klynn the boring grown-up. Please give me milk.”
Yes.
That would work.
I just had to frown and not look cute.
I could do that and I could do it fast.
Oreos. Check.
Frown. Check.
Sneaky. Check.
Yay, no privacy.
I gave the human knock and activated what was kind of like the human doorbell since I had good manners. I wanted to giggle because I was sneaky but big Klynn didn’t giggle. He frowned and was serious and didn’t even smile when Toman answered the door. “Can I help you?”
Be serious.
Be serious.
No giggles.
No smiles.
“I would like to trade Oreos for cow milk.” When Toman blinked, I pretended to glare. “We both know that Wren packed a variety of food. I won’t tell anyone else but the cookies require milk and we don’t have a product I am certain would be right with the cookies.”
Frown.
Frown.
Glare.
No giggles.
He seemed confused but Wren sighed from behind him. “God. No. You don’t have anything that will go with Oreos. But that weird milk everyone keeps putting in their tea doesn’t taste bad with cereal.”
That was good to know but I didn’t have cereal.
Why was Oreo milk and cereal milk different?
“One second.” As Wren made more dramatic sounds, I heard him move around their rooms. “Real Oreos?”
“Yes.” And I was going to bring back lots and lots next time we went to Earth. “Although I read a book where the main character mentioned another brand of Oreo-style cookie that is much better. I have not tried that one yet.”
I couldn’t find it in Walmart.
“Oh.” Wren came to the door, holding a small box with a straw attached to it. “This isn’t great but it’ll be fine for dunking the cookies. We’ll figure out a better option going forward. I didn’t think about milk not tasting the same.”
Me neither.
I didn’t drink it.
I wasn’t a drink milk kind of little.
“Thank you.” I handed over a share of the cookies and tried to keep my grown-up face. “Have a good evening.”
Hurry.
Hurry.
Sneaky.
Sneaky.
Done.
When I was back in my rooms, I packed water and snuck the juice box milk that wasn’t juice in a bag just as Daddy was coming out of the bathroom. “Why do you look like you just robbed a bank?”
Ha.
“I’m cute. I’m not a robber.” Silly Daddy. “I’m just sneaky.”
He laughed and folded his arms over his chest. “Are you going to tell me what you’re being sneaky about?”
“No.” That was a silly idea. “It’s a surprise.”
Daddy let out a big sigh and pouted. “But I asked nice.”
No.
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. “Tell me the surprise. I’m being nice.”
He laughed and laughed and laughed.
Ha.
I was funny.
“Alright.” Daddy kissed my cheek as he walked past me. “I’ll be patient.”
No.
Daddy wasn’t patient.
He sighed and pouted and sighed and frowned…but he’d packed his surprise too because he got his sneaky face and stopped being silly. “Ready?”
Hmm.
“What did you get, Daddy?” I’d went potty quick but he’d had his sneaky face on when I came back. “I’m being nice.”
He laughed more.
“You are definitely cuter than me, I’ll give you that.” Daddy was cute and gave me a kiss but he was silly and pretended to forget my question. “Is there anything else we need?”
“Nope. It’s playtime.” And chase time and exploring time and being cute time. “Are you ready, Daddy?”
Think.
Think.
Think.
“Do you remember your colors, Daddy?” He forgot that part sometimes. “I’m green. What color are you?”
Daddy sighed. “I have a very smart boy. I’m nervous but I’m green. I want to see your dragon. It’s just…new.”
“No.” I looked down and shrugged. “I’m always me. This is just two-legged me and not winged me.”
Daddy was back to being thinky.
He had lots of thinking to get ready for playtime…it made me glad I wasn’t a Daddy…it was hard work.
“You’re right.” He looked down at himself and frowned. “I only have one kind of me, though, so it makes me worry. What if I don’t say the right things? What if I get scared? What if I get confused?”
“Then I go back to being this me.” I shrugged again. “I’m cute both ways.”
Daddy finally smiled again. “You’re very cute. I’m going to focus on that part.”
Good.
Because cute boys got good surprises…everyone knew that rule.
Chapter 24
Agent Murphy
They had a fucking welcome center.
Okay, the massive ancient ruins were cool, but somehow I hadn’t been expecting the modern welcome center that wouldn’t have looked out of place in the US…beige painted walls, bathrooms, and the whole shebang. The castle was definitely from a European fantasy, though.
Just very touristy European fantasy because they had tables for picnics and everything was set up for a kids’ field trip.
“That’s…” I was going to say amazing as I set my bag and blanket down on the closest table, but Klynn stopped me in my tracks by getting naked. He was amazing too but not grown-up enough for me to point that out.