“Look, Pinky, I… or…” Star moaned, losing his train of thought with her pressed against him.

“Aren’t you eloquent?” She smiled, finally… finally… comfortable enough with him to tease.

His first impulse was to rebut about her getting a word that big off a vocabulary calendar. He didn’t, though, because he knew that’s exactly where she’d got it.

Seeing it and all the days past kept for review, he’d laughed. She’d blushed and murmured that she wanted to be smart like him. He’d stopped laughing.

Her mouth would never be as smart as his, but she'd got him good already.