They went back to scooping up breakfast, licking the mess off their fingers. Soon the pile of berry mush was gone and their tongues were dyed a nice midnight blue. Ian seemed in a good mood, sticking his tongue out playfully at his best friend. Eena did likewise, right back at him. She was happy he was smiling, even if his teeth were purple. 	(You’re too much fun, Eena,) Ian announced in her mind. (I’m really glad we’re friends.)	(Me too,) she agreed. (Best friends.)	Ian leaned back on his hands and watched the waves roll in from far off. The swells were building into large, flat-crested waves. (Angelle never thought like you do. You’re creative and kinda crazy. Her thoughts were always more simple and, well…..normal.) 	(Yeah, well, deadly dragons and evil witches tend to suck all the normal right out of you,) she grumbled.	(I suppose.)
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Two Sisters
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