Flashback ( PDFDrive )

He fished out the tiny pouch and uncovered a blue, scale-covered
kitten. “A murcat! Gah—that’s tricky to name. We already have a
Scaley Butt. How about Drifty? Or Sea-Whiskers?”
Sophie sighed. “You don’t have to do this.”
“If you’re talking about being adorable, I really can’t help myself.”
He said it with a wink and a smirk—which wasn’t playing fair. But
she managed to stop her lips from curving into a smile.
Keefe laughed and reached for her left wrist, carefully pinning
Krakie back into place on her makeshift bracelet before adding the
murcat next to the kelpie. “Okay, so you have two choices,” he told
her. “You can tell me what brought on the Foster Funk. Or I can guess
—and I have some pretty interesting theories.”
“So do I,” Ro added, snatching the box of Prattles away from Keefe
and pouring half the candy into her mouth at once.
“Three seconds to decide,” Keefe warned. “Then it’s guessing
time!”
“It’s not a big deal,” Sophie told him over the sound of Ro’s
crunching. “I’m just . . . really sick of being in this bed.”
“Okay. Then let’s get you out of it! I hear you can do that now!” He
hopped back to his feet and offered a hand to help her up. “I promised
to show you a secret cafeteria, didn’t I? Perfect way to end your
Foxfire slumber party!”
It felt a little wrong to go hunting for desserts while Fitz and Biana
were trying to figure out how to live with their murdering brother.
But . . . butterblasts did sound pretty good.
“Hang on—what are you wearing?” Keefe asked as she threw back
her covers, revealing the sparkly slogans on her tunic. “Is that a Bangs