“When shall we three meet again, in thunder, lightning, or in-”
“Luce! I asked you to can it already!”
Lucy’s arms dropped to her sides, the maniacal smirk slipping quickly into the everyday scowl she’d developed.
“You never let me express myself!” she whined, stamping her foot against the coffee table. Snapping his book closed Tony pulled himself up from the couch and offered her a hand to get down.
“You know it wouldn’t be so bad if you shook things up a bit,” he said. “Maybe tried out some new lines.”
“How’d you mean?” Lucy asked. “Learn scene two?”