“Oh,” Tess said, leaning into the mock-outrage harder, because it was difficult not to just grin right back at Saffy when she had that look on her face. “Be like that, then – extremely rude,” she faux-scolded (she imagined Saffron was right, but she could still protest!), and – since she was in that kind of post-nap delirium when childishness felt entirely the way forwards – Tess launched herself at her sister in an affectionate tackle, attempting to rumple her hair in vengeance or find a ticklish spot on her side: whatever surprise attack she could manage.
