Moonspear [m] the suspension of disbelief

She felt a twinge of guilt despite the bantering tone. Treepie’s toes flexed and she let her paw slowly fall away from Kindle’s face. It clenched into a fist before she relaxed it and set it on the ground, letting it take her weight.

Can we try again? she ventured after a beat. Or maybe… Pie added haltingly, her tongue pressing into her cheek as she mulled something. What if we started with a cuddle? Is that lame?