111 Breakfast With His Holiness

"SO YOU BETTER listen to me before I smack your pretty little head, you bad-tempered troublemaker."

This is my bad karma, Tilly thought to herself with an aching heart (just kidding). I kept giving out rude pet names to powerful and ancient beings so the heavens probably punished me. Maybe Saint Forrester woke up just to bully me as retaliation for being mean to the original fossi– I mean to Wixx, and because I kept calling the High Priest a sketchy character.

"Why are you looking like a puppy that was kicked by her master?" Saint Forrester asked with furrowed brows. "Are you offended that I kept calling you names?"

Tilly shook her head, then she placed her hands on her chest. "I fully accept my punishment, Your Holiness."

"You're one strange child, aren't you?"

She smiled "sweetly" at the saint. "I don't want to hear from someone who's old as fossil but looks so young and pretty."