Gabbe jumped up and seized the cocanut first, giving its contents a sniff. “Arriane, she has just been through a trama,” she scolded. Arriane tossed her shoulders back. “Precisely why she needs something with a kick,” she argued, holding the tray possessively while she and Gabbe engaged in a stare-down. “Fine,” Arriane said, looking away from Gabbe.
