"It's okay," she said and hugged him tighter. "I don't think you're stupid though. I think you're brilliant." Looking up at him, Romilda smiled softly. Dennis had no idea how perfectly lovely he really was.
Pulling away only to take his hand and tug him lightly towards her bed, which was next to the window, Romilda climbed into the bed and patted the blankets next to her. She wasn't going to complain about cuddling Dennis. She loved cuddling her friends and Dennis was always so lovely and warm. "We don't have to talk if you don't want to."