“I really like you, Midori. A lot.” “How much is a lot?” “Like a spring bear,” I said. “A spring bear?” Midori looked up again. “What’s that all about? A spring bear.” “You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, “Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?” “Yeah. Really nice.” “That’s how much I like you.”
Clearing his throat, Merlin shifts, closing the tattered
book and bringing his knees back up to his chest. Nudging her slightly, he
offers a lazy smile.
T’snice, isn’t it. Probably not his best, but it’s my
favourite. Makes a change from elephant building factories and universes with