Didi would play along. "Good food that you're going to share?" she asked hopefully. "Or do you need it all? I wouldn't want to stunt your growth by taking food out of your mouth."
"Nice language," Didi said, frowning hard and ignoring the bag. "Y'know, there are a couple terms for Native Americans, too. I'm pretty sure you don't like them."
Jake shrugged. He called them bloodsuckers, they called him a mutt. He didn't see a problem with it. "I'm sure I heard some of them too," he agreed and placed the bag on the log beside him. She could get it if she wanted.
"Good boy," a mollified Didi said, reaching over to ruffle his hair if he'd let her. "Sorry if that kind of ruined this stay in the cabins for you. Which one is it?"
"Skittle," he said. "She's got this weird name, if the sheet's right and my nose isn't betraying me. It sounds like a girl anyway, something with a lot of a's. I dunno."
"I probably haven't run into her yet," Didi said, shaking her head a bit. The description didn't sound familiar, but she'd keep an eye out. "They put me in Jelly Bean. I think the only people I'd talked to before were Kate and K-Mart."
It wasn't quite asking nicely, but it did come with puppydog eyes....
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Look, he was going to resist the puppydog eyes for half a second, so he might as well use it to be evil while it lasted.
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He grabbed the paper bag from the ground and held it out to her.
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"What's his or her actual name?" she checked. "Or are you just growling instead of talking?"
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"Skittle," he said. "She's got this weird name, if the sheet's right and my nose isn't betraying me. It sounds like a girl anyway, something with a lot of a's. I dunno."
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In her head, this completely followed.
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