Mortimer was trying to get into the chicken bucket, when Peter sat up and picked the tiny trouble maker and glared at him.
"Don't grow up to be like us. There's still hope for you."
Her hair was frazzled, her clothes were a state and the sunglasses had left heart-shaped marks around her eyes where the rest of her face had gotten windburned.
And she was grinning.
"That was β οΈβ οΈβ οΈβ οΈ awesome! And I've flown with a β οΈβ οΈβ οΈβ οΈ jetpack before!"
