Christina always used to tell Caitie that her creative bent came from her biological parents, which explained why she was the only one in the Dallas family who was actually artistically inclined. She smirked a little and looked at the ceiling sheepishly when Maddie asked if she had the room decorated. “Maybe. I also might've snagged some blankets from the storage room. Purple for you, pink for me.” She nodded at a box of things she'd gathered in the corner.
To be honest, Caitie couldn't decide if it was good or not, Maddie's obliviousness. On one hand, it meant that she didn't know. So, there was no chance of their friendship derailing because of the silly crush that probably wouldn't go anywhere. But on the other hand, the stronger hand that was, for once, trying to convince her to do the right thing, it wasn't fair to Maddie to be dishonest with her like this. It was putting a strain on their friendship, or at least it seemed to be.
“I think we can keep them from pooping on the floor by making an actual spot for each of them to poop. Like, we've got bathrooms, but how are they supposed to know where to go if we don't tell them, you know?” she asked with a shrug.
Not for the first time, she struggled with whether or not to spill the beans, and not for the first time, she chickened out. “So, think we should let 'em out of the box?” she decided to ask instead.