Mux was bending over his picture book, hatching out new ideas, no doubt.

Just then the half grown Trina entered with a basket on her arm.

While she was passing Nika's chair, her basket got caught on it.

Pulling violently to free it, she turned the chair around quite suddenly.
"You are getting more awkward every day, Trina," Nika said crossly.
Cornelli blushed.

She felt as if these words were meant for her as well.