"I think you need to sleep," she replied, tapping his nose. "In a bed. There's a rocket ship on your head." Her tone sounded as if she was trying to be flirty, but she couldn't seem to get the message across.
She jumped onto the bed, her auburn curls flying wildly as she landed with a soft sproing. She grinned, turning to face him, surrounded by haphazard pillows. "Betcha can't jump as high as I just did."
She reached out to him, her eyes bright and loving although clouded from the drugs. "You're a very cute penguin."
She frowned at his lack of jumping, but slid into his lap, her arms encircling his neck. "The cutest penguin," she said sternly.
