Talkin' Bout My Best Friend

Beatrix I'll clean my room in exchange for your immortal soul …an adventure you say? Beatrix liked adventures. She was a brave Launceleyn. And there would be food? Beatrix tucked the kitten under one arm and opened the closet door just enough to poke her head out and peer at Edrei. Only her eyes and top of her head would be visible as she looked around the door jam at the older Launceleyn, obviously still weighing her options as she watched her with a narrow-eyed gaze. ”What kind of picnic?” she asked, a bit dubious that maybe this picnic might be a yucky picnic filled with raw vegetables and dip or something an adult would want. ”And what kind of adventure?” Another thing confused her a bit. So in her naiveté, she further questioned Edrei, still hiding Bobi from view. ”Aren’t fat people more lovable cause they are squishy and their bones don’t poke you when you hug them?”