Blacktail Deer Plateau sick love is my modern cliche

Easy felt somewhat chastened by Aditya's response. He wasn't trying to hurt her feelings, or make her feel less than... maybe he was even trying to be better friends with her, the same way she was trying to be friends with him. Perhaps they'd have to meet in the middle somewhere. 

She was sure, looking back, that her riotous attitude was doing nothing to endear herself to him.

"How about I tell you a story," she suggested, not quite able to apologize but hoping her words and tone were concillatory enough. Her shoulder met his again, and she helped him to the den as much as she could, feeling much better about the situation. "What kind of story do you want to hear?"