Separate names with a comma.
"No you're not. I am."
He grabbed her wrist gently. "No."
She hesitated. "Why?"
"I'll die."
Francis paused, but said nothing. He was suspicious.
She opened the cupboard, but couldn't seem to reach the sugar.
"You're so mean to me."
He smirked, raising his index finger to her lips.
She seemed reluctant to let go of him. "Hmph. Well you are."
"It's what you deserve."
"Distract me."
"You wouldn't be my favorite anymore."
"You're my enemy."
"Please?"
She squinted up at him. "You better not.."
"So?"
"Will you boo quietly?"
She hugged him, careful with her touch. "You're my favorite."
"I choose not to acknowledge that."
"What are my options?"
