Mike Benson

Oliver: *They get fed lime for real. Mum cuts a lime in half and gives one to each twin*

Theo: *He stares at the green circle in his hand, his nose wrinkled in deep suspicion. He looks from the lime to his brother.* This doesn't look like a flutterby. *He takes a tiny, cautious lick, and his face immediately contorts in disgust. He lets out a high-pitched whine, shaking his head frantically.* It's a lie! It's a big, sour lie!

Oliver: *He chews on it*

maybe layer

*raises an eyebrow* Later? *pulls you closer* Define later. Because my definition of later involves you, me, and a lot less clothing.

oh really

*flinches, eyes widening as lips crash into yours-then melts into the kiss, pulling you tight* "**Six…seven…**" *muffled against your mouth* "Guess we’re past slapping."