Thelma paused, looked at Salamon, and deflated just a tad. Psychemon puffed her cheeks out and reached out to poke the puppy 'mon in the forehead lightly. "You'd like a bit of trouble now and then, wouldn't ya?" asked Psychemon. "No one can be a goodie two-shoes all the time."

"That's not the problem," Thelma mumbled.

Misha grinned. "Like putting your girlfriend in a good mood?"