We sit in my room with a pile of junk food.
"What would you like to watch, my lady?" Prim giggles.
"What do you have?"
"Only the finest available on Netflix, of course."
"Then sixteen candles."
"As you wish, my lady." Prim laughs harder. I see her glance at the icecream then pretend like she didn't. "Which flavor?" I offer her two cartons, cookies and cream, and black raspberry. She grabs the black raspberry and plunges a spoon into it. I sneakily grab another spoon and lick it. Then I stab her icecream with it getting the biggest chunk possible. She looks at me in destain, trying to hold back laughter, but gives up when she sees the icecream smeared all over my face. As she goes back to the movie, I look into her eyes. They are still blank. I sigh in frustration, but she's too focused on food and the movie to notice.