Separate names with a comma.
He followed, humming under his breath.
"No. 'Cause if I'm not psychic, then neither are you."
"Okay, do your thing."
"You don't know that."
"Yes, there is."
"I'm psychic, you dink."
"Oh, no. I'm in love with a cat person?"
"Incorrect, sir."
"Right."
"That's what I thought. I was sure I would have met one if so."
"Fine is another word for 'I tolerate your existence."
He glanced over at her. "A map," he said after a moment, looking back down at the paper.
"You didn't have any pets, right?"
"No, you don't!"
Eli was quiet, sketching on one of the papers left behind from last night.
"A collie. A good, good dog."
“Well, you don’t.”
She snapped her fingers and lit the stove, turning up the dial with one finger.
"Mmhm..."
"Why? You don't like me that much."
