Edmund couldn't help smiling at her reaction. The way she contradicted herself so quickly was strangely adorable.
"Primrose," he said gently.
"No."
"I haven't even said anything yet."
"You don't need to." Primrose crossed her arms. "I already know you're about to give me a reasonable explanation, and I don't want to hear it."
Edmund let out a quiet laugh. "That's a little unfair."
Her expression quickly softened. "Edmund, we're talking about the same skull that tried to influence your mind. What if something goes wrong?"
"What if nothing goes wrong?" Edmund asked calmly.
Primrose opened her mouth to argue, then quickly shut it again. She clearly hated where this conversation was going.
Edmund sighed softly before getting to his feet and walking around the desk.
"No, no, no. Don't you dare use those puppy eyes on me," Primrose warned at once, trying to push him away.
But Edmund suddenly dropped to his knees beside her chair and looked up at her.
