“Yeah, really.” Sam straightened too, nodding once, emphatically. “I wouldn't yank your chain, kiddo.”

As Will worked at altering his illustration, Sam opened her bag and began pawing through the contents at one end. She paused when Will spoke up, looking over and---barely!---keeping a bark of laughter back. “Yes! Just like that.” She stood to better see the things in her bag, and soon found a paperback with a folded paper saving her spot. She pulled out and opened the bookmark (which was a blank sheet of airport stationary,) before offering it to the boy, both hopeful and amused.

“Don't suppose I could have one original Will What's-yer-face Beartruck for my bookmark? Please.”