“Sorry, we were having a discussion that neither of us want to repeat.”
The older girl rose an eyebrow. The blonde sat on her trunk, where he struggled to get out. She didn’t know what the point was in hiding him, when the blonde girl had already admitted to his presence. “Um… yes?”
“So we’re cool?”
“Tell her I give in,” he moaned from in her suitcase.
The older girl decided not to ask. “Look. I just came in to say the train is arriving… probably sooner than you can refill your luggage.”
She left them to repack.