Boo crossed his tiny arms with dramatic flair. "Did NOT!" he repeated, pouting so hard his lips looked like a duck's beak.
Alina narrowed her eyes playfully. "Hmm… let's check, shall we? Open your mouth, mister."
Boo grumbled under his breath but obediently opened his mouth wide, sticking out his tiny pink tongue just to prove his innocence. She leaned in, squinting like a detective. No sparkles, no sticky specks—thank the heavens.
She let out a breath of relief and gently patted his cheek. "Good. I believe you, sweetheart."
Boo, still pouting, leaned back little with an exaggerated sigh and turned his head dramatically away from Drake. "He lies. Big mean dragon tattletale," he muttered.
Drake only stuck out his tongue in response, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Better than having sparkly poop," he teased under his breath.
