"That's why they made you Head Boy, and me absolutely nothing," Lisa sighed, resigned for the moment. She colored, momentarily, at his bristle over her admission of making things up. Oh if he only knew. Lisa couldn't remember the last time she HADN'T made things up, or copied from someone else. When she did try, as she did earlier in the evening, it didn't usually have great results. She nudged him with her shoulder before standing, saying, "I was just kidding, Anthony, no need to get upset."
She went back to her spot to grab her parchment and quill, bringing them to the couch. She flopped down and flipped open the book to a random page and began furiously writing. She imagined a fantastic epic romance in which Gorren rebelled for the affections of a beautiful goblin maid named Gwendolyn and they freed the goblins from a life of tyrrany and injustice and had 7 children, each with more pointy ears than the last. She was so into her work that she jumped when she heard the clock chime. They had been sitting silently working for nearly an hour, and glancing down, her Goblin er, essay, was nearly twelve inches. Perfect.
She glanced up, still noticing Anthony working away in his chair. Well, now that her work was done, maybe he could have some fun. She set aside her parchment and quill and walked slowly over to him, laying her hands lightly on his shoulders, giving them a light squeeze. "You're tense," she announced. "You should take a break. Or at least let me give you a shoulder rub. I'm all finished, and the least I can do is help my Head Boy out."