Mango loco

Well, at least she wasn’t arguing with him any more or calling him an imbecile. That was, what, progress? Did he care that they were making progress? He wasn’t really sure, he still wasn’t sure how he felt about the princess, beyond the fact that she had a way of getting under his skin like no one else he’d ever met. He nodded about everyone pretending and the thing about being the fool or being the tragedy.

He wasn’t sure there was anything he could add to what she’d said, plus he didn’t really want to let go of that nice feeling like for the first time since they’d met they actually weren’t arguing. When she commented about needing his assistance with the annoying flea, he tipped his head. He hadn’t forgotten they were around, but he wasn’t sure how he could help.

Well, if there’s something I can do to help, I figure I owe it to you considering how we met He was quite curious what the request would be. He imagined a few possible scenarios, but they were probably more absurd than what the actual request would be, after all, he did have quite the overactive imagination.