The apartment door clicked shut behind us, and before I could even kick my shoes off, Celestia dropped her bag on the couch like she owned the place and flopped right next to it, stretching out like a cat.
"You didn't get me ice cream," she said, deadpan.
"You don't even like ice cream that much," I countered, setting my keys on the counter.
She lifted her head with mock betrayal. "Excuse you? Ice cream is a universal love language. And if you loved me, you'd—"
"Val," I cut her off before she could start something ridiculous. "You only said that in class to mess with Prescott. Don't even try to act like you actually wanted it."
Her lips twitched into a guilty grin. "...Maybe. But it worked, didn't it?"
I sighed, sitting across from her. "That's exactly what I wanted to talk about. Please, please don't do anything crazy. She's new, she's loud, sure, but if you go after her like a shark—"
