“Adorable,” Kimu declared.
The King grimaced at him.
“Hey!” Kimu held up his hands. “You can’t give me shit for calling you adorable if youactadorable.”
Cyn snorted. “Fair enough.”
“Well, we need to get supplies, perhaps a new chair, and then talk to the clan about myboyfriend,” I said with a grin at Cyn. “So let's go.” I opened the door and waved them outside. Once everyone was out, I locked the door and reset my trap.
Cyn watched me but didn't comment. I'm sure he knew why it was necessary.
The three of us pulled our hoods down and hunkered into our cloaks as we filed downstairs to the street. Snow didn't stay pretty in the city, not in any part of it, but especially not in the Forgotten. The fall had been churned into muddy slush that hid holes in the sidewalk and other less pleasant surprises. I kicked the slush with my boots as I walked, then looked pointedly at the King. He nodded and followed my lead.
“Where are we heading?” Cyn asked.
“I told you; I need to get supplies. Especially with how much you eat,” I said.
“And maybe a cot,” Kimu suggested.
I swung to look at him. “Why?”
“Well, I assume you're giving him the bed. You don't want to sleep on the floor, do you?”
“I'll be fine with a blanket.”
“I'm sure the bed will be big enough for us both,” the King said.
Kimu and I shared a wide-eyed look before I said, “I don't know if we'll fit. Your bed is five times as big as mine.”
“You've seen his bed?” Kimu whispered to me.
“I've slept in it.” I gave him the look that the question deserved. “Boyfriend, remember? We just went over this.”
“We will fit,” Cyn said. “As you said, I'm big, but not gigantic. If it comes down to it, I will tuck you in against me. We will sleep tucked together like silverware.”
“It's called spooning. How do you not know that?”
“I know what it's called. I simply don't like the word.”
“Why?”
“It sounds silly. What we do is not silly.”
Kimu's eyes went wide.
I cleared my throat. “All right then.”
Kimu whispered, “I'm assuming he's the big spoon.”
“Why do people say that?” I scrunched up my face at him. “Spoons of the same size fit together perfectly. That's the point. If one spoon was bigger, they wouldn't fit.”
“You see?” Cyn waved a hand as if I'd just proven his point. “It's silly. I'm bigger than you, but we fit perfectly. Like silverware.”
I snorted. “Silverwaring doesn't have the same ring to it.”
“Because you're making it silly again.”
“What happened to that great sense of humor you're so proud of?” I lifted a brow. “You should be able to appreciate silliness.”
