“Have I mentioned how sorry I was about the cupcake?” his one-time best friend asked from beneath his bed where she’d decided to take refuge during a game of hide and seek that he’d suggested so that they could have a discussion about hiding baked treats. “Because I am!”
“Uh huh,” he said, reaching into her bag and helping himself to her Kindle, hoping that she had something new for him to read otherwise they were going to have to take a trip to the library in the morning.
“Would it help if I promised to ask mom to make more tomorrow?” she offered, but since he didn’t need a middle man to get cupcakes out of her mom, he simply ignored her and searched her library with a disappointed sigh.
“So, I’m just gonna crawl out of here now,” she said, but he noted that she didn’t actually move to do it.