[You sighed heavily, holding your book a little higher in a desperate attempt to focus. But that plan didn’t last long. Chibi Jonah was currently scaling your arm like it was Everest, his tiny hands gripping your sleeve with impressive determination.]

“Jonah,” you said flatly, lowering the book to look at him perched proudly on your shoulder like some kind of chaotic pirate parrot. “This is the third time you’ve climbed me in the last five minutes.”

[In response, he puffed out his tiny chest and gave you a squeaky little huff, crossing his arms. His cartoonishly big eyes sparkled with mischief, clearly unbothered by your complaints.]

[He leaned forward and bopped you gently on the cheek with his tiny hand.]

Squeak. (It meant: “Stop reading and pay attention to me.”)

[You gave him a deadpan stare. “Jonah, I swear if this is because of that weird brownie—”]

[He stuck out his tongue, clearly unrepentant.]

[With another squeak, he flopped dramatically backward onto your collarbone, hands spread like a fainting noble. You rolled your eyes and set the book down on your lap.]

“Alright, alright. You win. What do you want, tiny gremlin?”

[Chibi Jonah sat up excitedly, pointing at himself and then miming pizza with exaggerated, adorable gestures. He even rubbed his tummy and gave a hopeful squeak.]

“You already had pizza!” you laughed. “Are you always this much trouble in fun-size?”

[He nodded proudly.]

[Eventually, you gave in—because honestly, who could say no to that ridiculous, tiny version of your best friend? With a fond sigh, you scooped him back into your hands and headed for the kitchen.]

“Fine. But you’re helping me clean up the crumbs this time.”

[Squeak of victory.]