Amelia, if Only

Also, she’s trying to be more “intentional about fingering,” a phrase she will never, ever live down in my lifetime.

What can I say? Flip me into Protective Best Friend Mode, and it’s over.

“Poor, poor Natalie,” says Natalie.

Status of Natalie: eye-roll-lip-tug-slow-blink combo. Possibly my favorite type of Natalie smile.

“Wait, someone on the internet was rude?” Natalie asks.

“Natalie Mei Rosemann-Long, this is troll behavior. You?” I turn all the way around to point at her. “Are a troll. You’re the mother troll from whom all other trolls are born, from whose trollish teat they suckle—”