Sophie stretched her arms above her head, yawning. Paints were strewed on the floor around them in a corner of Keefe's room. Keefe was lying on his back on the floor, a little paint in his hair. Beautiful paintings and just-okay paintings lay drying around him, products of Keefe's incredible skill and Sophie's average ability. He looked over at her and grinned. "Whaddya say, Mysterious Miss F? Time for another round of hide n seek? Or is it time to cuddle up with stuffed animals and let Auntie Ro sing you a bedtime song?"

Ro looked up from where she was trimming the ends of her bright purple pigtails with a dagger. "You wouldn't get me to sing if my life depended on it, Pretty Boy."

"Oh? Wanna bet?" Keefe countered, a devilish smirk starting to spread across his face. Ro met his gaze with an equally mischievous look as Sophie face-palmed, knowing where this was going. "Okay, Lord Funkyhair," Ro replied. "If Sophie somehow ends up sleeping in your arms tonight, I get-"
Sophie and Keefe choked, interrupting her with simultaneous incredulous cries of "What?"

"You heard me," Ro repeated herself. "If Team Foster-Keefe's Slumberfest turns into a Snugglefest, you have to call me 'Mighty Warrior Queen' for a month straight. If you guys somehow stay apart overnight, I will sing an ogre lullaby. Accept my terms?"

"You know what? Fine," Keefe said, a little color rising to his cheeks as Sophie turned beet red. "It's a bet. And we'll wait to hear that lullaby, cause I bet Foster will stay 10 feet away from me tonight after that bet. You just ruined your own chances."

Sophie protested. "You can't make bets based on stuff I do! That's not fair to me!"

Ro snorted. "Like we never have before?" Keefe remained silent, as the implications of the bet he just made seemingly dawned on him. He avoided Sophie's eyes and changed the subject. "Anyway… want a bedtime snack before we turn in, Sophie?"

"Sure," Sophie said somewhat grumpily, giving up on Ro, who had returned to her purple pigtail with a smug smirk.

Keefe looked at her, grinning. "Race you to the kitchen! Last one there smells like ruckleberries!" He raced out of the room, heading to the vortinator.

"Hey!" Sophie yelled after him in indignation at his head start, racing out of the room as well.

"...Why don't they just date already?" Ro muttered to herself once they were out of earshot.