"Well, I had a lot of nightmares first, if that means anything to you."

The reality wasn't quite as cute as his wild speculation. There was more fire though.

A huff of a sigh escaped her.

"I don't think there's a name for stuff like me."

Actually, there were a few she could think of. But none of which she wanted to utter in front of him. In front of anyone whose mom had a light-up Jesus in their living room, no matter how chill they were about it.