"My sort," she echoed, incredulous. "The sort that does not allow herself to be ambushed with pillows? Yes, Jack. I am precisely that sort."
Still, Reinette finally laughed then. It was soft, and still slightly unfinished and unstitched. Something she was trying on, much like the battle from moments before.
As Jack righted himself she took a moment to do the same. Her nightgown smoothed down and returned to its proper place. The worst of the tangles on her hair brushed down. To the outward eye, the battle might never have taken place.
Her gaze narrowed at his threat.
"I will sleep without pillows," Reinette decided blindly, reaching for the most obvious answer just as she had reached for ammunition moments before. And when that logic was flawed? "I will hide yours as well."
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Still, Reinette finally laughed then. It was soft, and still slightly unfinished and unstitched. Something she was trying on, much like the battle from moments before.
As Jack righted himself she took a moment to do the same. Her nightgown smoothed down and returned to its proper place. The worst of the tangles on her hair brushed down. To the outward eye, the battle might never have taken place.
Her gaze narrowed at his threat.
"I will sleep without pillows," Reinette decided blindly, reaching for the most obvious answer just as she had reached for ammunition moments before. And when that logic was flawed? "I will hide yours as well."