“I’ll handle it,” I boasted, reaching for my sword. She might dismiss my philosophical revelations, but she couldn’t dispute my warrior skills. “If you wish,” said Summer, “even though it might be safer with a bow.” “You’re worried about safety?” I snorted. “With that bopping bag o’ jelly?” “Oh, by all means,” Summer giggled, “save the day.” I hesitated. “What’s the matter?” “No, nothing” – Summer stifled another giggle – “unless you’d like a little help?” “Puh-lease,” I sneered. “I got this.”
