Haven
“You do know that spacing out and acting weird is my thing, don’t you?”
returned from his daydream as Fen took a seat across from him. “Huh?” he asked. “Sorry. I—um, didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”
“Oh, really?” Fen asked before popping a lollipop into his mouth. “Any dreams about cake?”
seemed frustrated that he couldn’t channel back to the visual of the cabin. He shook his head. “Well, I suppose it depends what kind of cake we’re referring to,” he admitted, a sly grin crossing his face.
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