we could plant a house, we could build a tree

Ben takes a deep breath. “It’s—it’s a project. Conceptual art. You wouldn’t get it.”

Rey presses her lips together to keep from laughing. She plans her next words quickly and carefully, determining what will get her the best reaction. “Really? Looks like you ruined a bedsheet to me.”

His reaction does not disappoint. “Get out.”

**

Seven-year-old Rey decides it's her duty to annoy the crap out of Ben Solo every single day she's alive.