You flounced around the house in the skimpy Santa's Helper costume, completely aware of Zack's eyes on you. You knew it wasn't nice to tease him in his condition, but you just couldn't help it.
"____, if you don't come here right now, I'm going to-"
"You're going to what? Toss your crutches at me?"
Zack looked down at his cast-covered leg and sighed. "I'm going to do absolutely nothing."
"That's right. So if you want me over there, you have to ask nicely."
"____, would you PLEASE come and sit on my lap? Please?"
"Now that's more like it."
