Nia Mitchell puffed her cheeks, looking like a feisty little lion sitting on Maxwell Peary's lap, her fur practically bristling.
"Oh, getting bolder now, are we?" Maxwell Peary pinched her plump cheeks.
"Indeed," Nia Mitchell admitted frankly. Hmph, what could he do about it?
Maxwell Peary shook his head. "I'm hungry," he said very seriously.
Nia Mitchell rolled her eyes, pouting her lips, a mischievous glint in them. "Then compliment me, and I'll give you the lunchbox."
Oh, is Rabina pushing her luck today!?
"If you don't feed me, I'll eat you!"
Suddenly, Maxwell Peary swept Nia Mitchell up by the waist with a WHOOSH and headed towards the Waiting Room.
"Ah! No, no, no! I was wrong, I was wrong! I'll feed you." Nia Mitchell's little feet kicked in fright as she hurriedly held up the lunchbox to block his view.
At that moment, she really did look like a little rabbit—lively and active, but also somewhat startled.
