Lacey sat back, and took a sip of her jasmine tea. Taylor Swift blared and bounced in her earphones, for the five-hundredth time. She clicked on the disk icon to save Lucy and her adventures. Yes, she thought, slap a cover on this and it’s ready to sell.

Something crossed her mind, and she suppressed an unsexy little nose-laugh. She looked up, and out, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Gee.” She asked rhetorically. “Ain’t I a stinker?”