Freddie dropped down beside them, distressed. "Let go of her, Blue; that looks really bad."

"Feel free to stop him," Mira said, "instead of frowning at me like a sad puppy."

"Hey!" Freddie said, looking like a sadder puppy.

"I'm not going to molest you," Blue said.

"You're molesting my wrist," Mira said. "I don't want you touching me."

"I didn't want you to knee me in the lungs, so I guess we're even.

Autore: Sarah Cross