What If We Rewrite the Stars?

"Are you spying on me?" he asked with a note of light teasing.

“Only in your dreams,” Laurel replied with an easy sort of smirk. “Why? Do you want me to go?”

"If you are too warm, might I suggest the snow tent?"

Laurel tossed her hair over her shoulders before looking back to Leo with an amused sort of smile. “Oh, you know I love a bit of sun and warmth. But I won’t blame you if that was your way of trying to slip away to the snow tent yourself.”