Sun Mote Copse [NaWOWriMo] so come sit down, will you talk with me now

"Yeah, forever," Elfie promised recklessly, but at this point he would have declared Weejay the Emperor of the Galaxy or stood on his head, as long as it kept her happy and content and away from crying. He had a suspicion that mom would still ask questions and he pondered briefly, whether he should suggest to his sister to take a swim. So that they were both wet and no one could tell, who had cried earlier.

"Thanks. Can't fit on both of our heads, can it?" Elfie accepted his sister's friendly gesture readily. "But crown or not you are still the bestest princess in the world," he reassured, another safety measure to keep those tears at bay.