Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-71.185.177.221-20191112172810/@comment-71.185.177.221-20191112212407

Lunch

"I'm assuming you told him?"

Sophie didn't move.

"Foster?"

Sophie spun around and looked at Keefe, sighing. "We probably should've had Biana tell him."

"That bad, huh."

Sophie nodded and turned back to the food she'd been picking at on her desk. Keefe pulled a chair over and took her hand.

"It is what it is. He'll-" Keefe started.

"Don't you dare say 'get over it'," Sophie interrupted. "Because we both know that's not true."

Keefe snorted. "Yeah, okay. Fitzy can be..." He searched for the right word. "Difficult," He finally said.

Sophie snorted. "Ya think?"

"But," Keefe added. "He cares about you. It'll just take some time."

Sophie stared at him like he had two heads. "Did Keefe Sencen just say something without snark?"

Keefe laughed. "It happens sometimes. But my wisdom comes with a price."

He waited a minute before saying, "E.L Fudges."

Sophie playfully smacked him on the shoulder.

"Or those Oreo things you were talking about," Keefe added. "Anything works."

"You realize that after we snuck off and fought Lady Gisela, Sandor has been even more protective of me," Sophie noted.

"I'm sure we can get away from him," Keefe's grin widened. "I've learned how to breed those amoebas she's been threatening my dad with."

"Okay, what's going on?" Sophie asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Sandor would've said something by now and Ro hasn't killed you yet."

"Oh, yeah," Keefe smirked. "Ro and Bo are not particulary happy with my newest verse of the Ballad of Bo and Ro. Last I saw they threatening eachother in the living room."

"Oh, great," Sophie sighed.