B. Davis

Of course Brooke thought the truth-telling thing was kind of fun. She hadn't said anything bad yet. Right now it was just sort of nice to be able to say stuff with no filter.

Which was why she was in a pretty good mood still, sitting on her bed and painting her toes, and kind of hoping she didn't smell like Hutt lair. She felt like she did.


[Open door, open post, I am so taking advantage of my girls today. Help me do so.]