“For science, my ass. Hartley, you’re a terrible liar.” Cisco laughed, grabbing pillows and setting them in his lap as some form of protection. “I’m good. Do you have any questions for me?”
“Everything is science, Cisquito. You know that. I’m not lying. And no, I don’t have any questions for you. I already asked my questions and you answered them.”
“Oh. So what now?” Cisco laughed nervously before taking a draw from his cider. “Movies are out of the question, you wouldn’t pay attention and I would get distracted…”
