Lark and Johan grinned at each other as they pushed the door into the play area. Jungle sounds played overhead, and the pungent odor of damp rotting leaves and the forest permeated their nostrils.
“Seb really goes for realism, huh?” Lark asked Johan wrinkling her nose.
“He’s really weird,” Johan whispered. “If it hadn’t been bothering Max so much for you to flirt with him, I would have pulled you aside earlier and warned you not to. I egged you on to drive Max nuts but he’s freaking odd. Do not go out with him.”
“How weird?” Lark lifted an eyebrow curiously at Johan.
“On a scale of eating glue to eating people, he’s on the bug eater scale.”
“What do you mean?”
“A few years ago, Max’s dad and uncles brought us to Louisiana to go camping in the bayou. He came along and we caught him t
