She laughed, ducking her head. “Oh, right. And we couldn’t have your precious reputation ruined, could we?”
“What with your tendency to build pillow forts and your habit of wearing onesies,” she muttered under her breath, stirring her tea.
"Okay, the onesie was when you were loopy, and the pillow forts was when I was loopy. And when we were watching a movie."
“Still happened, baby,” she teased, grinning mischeviously. “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.”