Her brows shot up on their own accord, though no words left her lips. She didn't feel as if shaking it would do anything, either; however, she could humor him, if only for a moment.
She held the pebble out and gave it one, hard, unenthusiastic shake before her eyes found his again.
"Are you sure this is a magic pebble? I think you're telling me a fib," she teased.
She held the pebble out and gave it one, hard, unenthusiastic shake before her eyes found his again.
"Are you sure this is a magic pebble? I think you're telling me a fib," she teased.
