[Practice with him? She eagerly nods, smiling. She can do this, she can throw out insults with the best of them. She can make Peter proud. All she has to do is think of something really good. Her eyes narrow a little as she stares at him and tries to figure out the best insult.]
Your hair makes you look old.
[He doesn't smell, so she won't say that he does. But even she knows that was weak. Sighing, she rolls her eyes at her own inability.]
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Your hair makes you look old.
[He doesn't smell, so she won't say that he does. But even she knows that was weak. Sighing, she rolls her eyes at her own inability.]
And you smell too sweet, like sugar cakes.