His brows furrow, and I quickly shift my gaze back to my sagging hobbit house. That’s kind of how they looked in the movies, right?
“For what?” he questions.
“I wanna bribe all the cousins to vote for me.”
My dad tilts his head back, chortling, and his arms drop to his sides. “That’s cheating,” he answers lowly. His amber eyes catch mine. “I’m stealing it.”
With a scoff, I playfully shove my elbow into him, then snap a photo of my creation, sending it to Darcy. My phone pings immediately with a response.
KIM POSSIBLE
What the hell is that?
ME
What do you mean?
Can’t you see that it’s a hobbit house?
KIM POSSIBLE
Perhaps I could if you’d scrape away the pound of neon green frosting.
My tongue traces the dent on the inside of my cheek, fighting a smile.
ME
It’s the hill.
KIM POSSIBLE
It looks like Flubber melted.
ME
You know, it’s hard to imagine why people find you cold.
KIM POSSIBLE
I’m a ray of fucking sunshine.
So what is this for? Punishment?
ME
Gingerbread house contest. Wanna vote for me?
I send her the link.
KIM POSSIBLE
If I click that link is it going to take me to porn?
ME
Would you like it to?
A few moments later, I get a notification banner across the top of my screen.
