“I like women who are old enough to have had a little experience, and still young enough to want a little more.”
“Seriously?” said Shayde. “That’s what yer goin’ with today?”
“Oops. I thought you were older. It’s the hair. Not that there’s anything wrong with your hair. Ah crap. If I try to eat my foot, would it get less uncomfortable?”
“Ah, na. Keep diggin’. You might reach China.”
“What?”
Sigh. “Yeah that one works better on Earth. Except if you’re in China, then ya have tae say ‘Australia’.”
“Why?”
“Else it’s no’ funny, ye ken.” She peered over the luckless teenager’s head to a group of kids who were giggling amongst themselves. “Yer pals over there sent ye, did they?”
“Yeah. I had to get a kiss from a grandmother and they pointed you out.”
“And here am I thinkin’ that kind of contact between strangers was frowned upon. Yer no’ past the age o’ consent.”
The luckless lad boggled. “What kind of kiss are you talking about?”
Shayde giggled. “Didn’t notice the wee pin, eh?” She tapped it. Top-level Unintentional Insulter. She watched him break out in a cold sweat.
“I'mverysorryandI'dliketorunawaynow…”
“Aw na… yer a wee darlin’.” She kissed his hand. “Na go back and tell 'em I ain’t a grandmother. Yet.”
“Yes’m.” The boy fled. What was it with boys and accepting dares from other boys.
Rael caught up with her. “You aren’t happening to anyone, are you?”
“Who? Me?” Her portrait of innocence was the usual work of daycare collage. “Naw. It’s just a bunch o’ lads playin’ Stupid Dare. They’re that age.”
Rael cleared his throat. “It’s not limited to 'lads’…” he pointed.
It was a young girl, this time. With a giggling cohort hiding in a booth. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” she recited.
“Do I need tae set up a booth or somethin’?” Shayde enquired.
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