Not one bit. She was a pushy child with an agenda. "Yeah, thanks," she answered crossly, still giving Edge the I-expect-an-answer look that she'd learned from the last four years of living with Hilda. And if he thought one question was bad, now he was getting a litany of them. "So, do you like her or not? What's your name? How old are you? Where are you from? What do you do?" If she didn't like his answers, she'd just have Mother oglop him then feed him to Sam.
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Date: 2010-03-22 03:51 am (UTC)