Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no no no.
She’s got that look again. That look that scares me.
THAT look! The look that says she’s clearly thinking of something. Something extremely mischievous.
This is not good.
I don’t want to know what it is.
I don’t. I just don’t.
Keep it to yourself Petal.
Be good. Have a biscuit, just please don’t do whatever it is you’re thinking of doing!
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not plotting anything… honest.”
O.O (<– my horrified, bugging-out eyes)
That’s it, I’m out of here.
Anyone willing to take me in for a few days?