Trip smiled, watching Daisy run playfully back and forth between the two. “Nothing’s black and white,” he said, rubbing the puppy’s head. “But you’re right. If we think we’re gonna fail, we will. Thank you, Skye.”
“That’s really offensive to the colorblind, you know?” she grinned, though it didn’t quite translate to her eyes. “Now that we’ve reached a consensus, it being that I’m always right, are you gonna name all of your children after French royalty? Consider Clovis while you’re at it.”