“No! I don’t want you kissing a boy for your jar! I won’t let it happen!” “But – ” I tried to speak, but Rune took hold of my hand. “You’re my best friend,” he said and puffed out his chest, pulling on my hand. “I don’t want you to kiss boys!” “But I have to,” I explained, pointing to the jar. “I have to for my adventure. A thousand kisses is a lot, Rune. A lot! You’d still be my best friend. No one will ever mean more to me than you, silly thing.”