Sophie smiled a little. She felt kind of like a whiny child--not that she had personal experience being a whiny child. She just felt like pounding on the bed and throwing a tantrum because she wasn't allowed to have a puppy. Not fair. She pouted while she listened.
"First cookies, now pizza? Are you sure you don't just like me because I feed you?" Thirty minutes seemed really far away. Way farther than, like, the hallway. She flipped over again in bed and kicked at her blankets, feeling fidgety. "We have lots of extra rooms here.." she said, trying not to sound like she was pouting. "And food?"