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You stink like snack cakes!

[Yes, she shouts that, because she's having fun with it. And then her nose starts to wiggle as she sniffs at the air. She's trying to scent him out to tell exactly where he's at right now. She keeps her end of the feed up as she plods along, sniffing at the air here and there.

Eventually her end of things cuts off abruptly, and she pops up wherever he is to sniff at his arms.]

Do you have any cake?

[She could really go for some right now okay. She doesn't even give him a chance to answer before saying,]

Tell me things I can say to someone with glasses. Mean things.

[Peter laughs because this is going great and he truly feels like a Good Older Brother preparing his sis to fight off morons on the playground.] See that's working, you're doing great.

I like the enthusiasm, too. It's... [Oh, hold on there Mantracker. Hello. He's lounging in the common area adjoining his bedroom, relaxing on some Kaittos brought pillows with one earbud in. He's really gotta find a way to get new batteries.]

Hey. [Sniffing tolerated - he sits forward and gives a show of his palms.] I don't have cake, but I've got this sugared bread stuff. It's not quite stale but we might as well eat it before it is.

[It wasn't on the table in front of them a minute ago, but now it is. He fixes his mussed hair and nods to it.] As for Four Eyes, God. Where to start? You can pretend to compliment them and say their glasses look nice. Then you say yeah, 'cause they cover up your ugly face.

[He smiles faintly, as if remembering an instance in which he's used that line. There have been a few.]

[He's lounging so she lounges on him, sitting right on his lap even though he hasn't invited her to. She's comfortable with him now, enough so that she leans over to grab the other earbud to put in her ear. She likes music.]

I can call him ugly.

[She reaches over to take the cake, munching on a little piece of it.]

But what if there's a boy you like? What are some joking things to say to him that will make him laugh?

[He adjusts the volume a little, offering her his cassette player to let her man the controls if she likes. He grabs a bit of the powdery snack before she gets properly settled, reclining casually - man, this reminds him of when his sis was this little.

Her request makes him tilt his head thoughtfully as he licks powered sugar off his thumb.] There's a boy you like?

[Amused, he's not about to tease her too hard - worst way to get the deets.] What's he like? Gotta know in order to know what might make him smile.

[She debates on whether or not to tell him anything. She doesn't understand any of this and is incredibly self-conscious about it. But Peter's better than talking to her dad about it, so she relents and lets him know a little.]

He likes birds. And books. And he is very nice.

[She smiles as she talks about him, feeling her cheeks turn a nice shade of pink. It makes her look down and away from him, since the warmth she feels while talking about Stan makes her feel like she's somehow weak.]

You won't tell anyone?

Nah, I won't. I swear. [He replies with an earnest smile, holding out his pinkie finger.]

I'm not sure about jokes, but I'm sure you can find something to talk about that'll maybe make him laugh or have a good time. If he likes birds you can talk about birds - maybe you guys can go hang out in the library together with some snacks, pick out some books you like and talk about them. He might be able to tell you some books that are really good.

[He's so keeping tabs on this.] Maybe he can read to you or vice versa, if you're comfortable with that.

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