"Oh, I already know I'm right, you don't have to tell me," Arden teased, adding enough water for Cal and a little more besides, just in case either of them wanted another cup later. "Paintball is where my ego is getting a workout." She watched his hair fall back into place, it was so adorably floofy.

Was she supposed to think that? Were friends allowed to? She wasn't sure.

"It's getting long," is all she said, though she sounded fond. "Pretty soon BD-1's gonna have to sit on your shoulders and hold your hair out of your eyes."