Grumpy Bird

Luna was washing out a rag that had been stained brown from the coffee while she talked to Adam about the 'unbelievable' sight that he had just seen. 

"Wait. What do you mean Rachel has limits?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.

Adam, still grinning like a man who had just discovered a new species, folded his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the nearest countertop

"Exactly what it sounds like. She blushed. Real, actual color in the face. Maybe even guilt."

"She doesn't do guilt," 

Luna replied flatly with utter skepticism.

"Right?" 

Adam gestured toward the ceiling as if waiting for divine confirmation. 

"It's like seeing a unicorn floss."