Chapter 42: Teach Pete?
“I DON’T HAVE words for how watching you makes me feel,” Pete declared, his voice choked with sincerity. “I’m so awestruck that I’m speechless.”
“You’ve never been speechless in your life, ducky,” Nigel scoffed.
“I am right now,” Pete insisted, his tone earnest.
“We need to go.” Nigel started to jog, a practiced, silent movement, toward his home. He glanced behind him. The royal followed, and Nigel noted, with a flicker of reluctant approval, that the alien appeared to be stepping in the exact same spots as Nigel. Better. The silly sod was catching on to how to stay alive.
“Okay. Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. I’m your student, Professor Nigel. I’ll do whatever you say.”
“Oi, mate. We ain’t doing that.” Nigel’s eyes darted constantly, scanning for drop snakes and anything else that wanted to eat him today.
“What aren’t we doing?” Pete asked, his voice annoyingly innocent as they leapt over fallen trees.