"Why thank you. I do try. Or are trying. I can never get the two straight." She winked at him, of course he liked strange stuff. Look at his homework.
Children are like tiny drunks, she mused. With telling the truth in blunt and unsubtle ways. "Youbet I am." One of the attendants came up with a card for them, the date and time the clothes would be ready for the young sir. She took it and stashed it in her pocket. "Hmm. I suppose it'd be magic, mischief and milkshakes," she declared and smiled at him, wishing just a little that she could ruffle his hair while she said it.
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