"Thistle, you're impossible. That's what you are."
Thyme stormed over to the window, shoving aside the clutter of oddities that Thistle had collected. It was the same old conversation, which always ended with Thistle laughing hysterically over something she rarely found amusing. Thistle would probably laugh at a pile of dead puppies; he found most things funny even if it was completely inappropriate. She glanced back only to give the snickering Thistle a disapproving look before she went back to looking out at the tropical landscape.
Thyme wasn't really looking out at the white beaches with the crystal clear lagoon. Her deep brown eyes inst