“Because your parents thought you needed company?” Carlos suggested, a little smartly, with a small teasing smile.
“I got all the company I needed when I was eight and Drake hatched. Didn’t need built in annoyances,” Mia was being dramatic as she draped herself over her friend.
Carlos just grinned wider. He put an arm around her shoulder and gave her a pat. “There there,” he said. “May I ask what brought this on?”
The Perfect Scientist 