*jolts up and gets tangled in blankets*
Jamie. I have rules. About yelling. At two in the morning. *whacks him with her pillow*
Oh, you love me. BUT CHRISTMAS SOPHIE *BOUNCES*
*pulls pillow over her head* Right now, that’s debatable. … *sits back up*
You look like a chipmunk or something. Stop before we both fall off.
You’re such a party-pooper, fluffy-head. *ruffles her hair and rolls off her bed* SEE IF I GET YOU CANDY FOR CHRISTMAS.