The Little Whiskers Daycare was still officially closed for Festival Prep. Inside, however, it looked like a flour mill had exploded.
I was kneading dough for Moon-Cakes like my life depended on it (because with my rent, it did). Luna was piping frosting onto cookies with intense concentration, and Clover was quality testing the frosting bowl with her finger.
"So," Luna said, her lilac ears twitching with suppressed excitement. "I met someone."
I paused mid-knead. "A customer?"
"No," Luna blushed, turning the frosting bag pink. "A... Fox-kin."
I raised an eyebrow. "A fox? Luna, your father faints if a dog barks too loudly. You're talking to a Fox-kin right now, but I'm an exception. We are... natural enemies."
"He's not scary!" Luna insisted. "He's... charming. His name is Jax. He has this messy orange hair, and these sleepy eyes, and he wears this loose green shirt with the top button undone..."
"Scandalous," I deadpanned.
