Parvati curled in deeper under their soft covers, closing her eyes for a moment. "I wish I could kiss you right now." She pouted, her voice bordering on a sullen whine.
"Old people's stories are the best!" She stated with great conviction, "And they're so kind and innocent and caring. The Wickenheimers are lovely."
Parvati giggled, "Same time as you, Dragon. You know nothing." Silly men. "How was your day? Are you very tired?"