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Pfft, uh huh. Nothing. Yeah, right! Nothing, which clearly meant something. "Okay, I was not drooling," he lied clarified. And a corndog and tea was... perfectly fine.
His eyes widened and shot to her when she uttered some sound. Exploding! It was exploding in her throat! Oh, but she was only making strange noises because she was stopping herself from swallowing in order to answer him. "Well, sheesh! Maybe you should--"
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Oh. Mah. Gahd.
Paulie flinched when it happened.
LEMONADE. EVERYWHERE!
As in everywhere, all over Paulie Cameron Foster. Sticky, freezing COLD lemonade soaking the poor boy to near-death. He blinked and droplets fell off his eyelashes. He just STOOD THERE and lemonade dribbled down his nose and gathered just before his nostrils until it got too heavy and lobbed off.
But, after a couple moments of standing rigid and freezing and flabbergasted, Paulie's shoulders relaxed and a wide grin made its way across his face. "Well, you know what this means!" Really, he was just glad that the darn thing exploded already. That drink was nerve-wracking.. "You totally owe me 'cause I just bore the brunt of your explosion. I basically caught a grenade for you." Take that, Bruno Mars.
He looked down when he realized that she was trying to soak up some of the lemonade with a bunch of napkins, and he let her attempt this, though doubted it'd make much of a difference. "So, you're saying this happened because I didn't call you 'Princess?'" Ohh, for the love of Merlin! Speaking of which, he STILL hadn't gotten her proper name.
When she stepped back to bin the napkins, he took this opportunity to wring out his shirt. "Take my shirt off?" Eh, that would probably be a lot more comfortable. Less sticky. Buuut, he wasn't so keen on the fact that she and ALL of these people would see him half-naked. Hullo? He bore similarities in build to Jack Skellington, not some Classical Greek god! "I donno.."
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"And you never told me you name!"
Oh Tori was still laughing. Still laughing at poor Paulie and his
pee-stained lemonade-soaked shirt.
"It looks horrible, and it must be freezing, I know," she tried to console him in between giggles. "But I'm sure you'd feel better without a shirt. Look, it's a nice, sunny day, and you can soak your shirt in some water and then it'll be dry in no time!"
Problem solved! Never mind that Tori had no idea how to remove stains with or without magic. She'd always had servants to tend to her clothing.
"How shall I ever repay you?" she sing-sang, fluttering her eyelashes. "My exploding lemonade-catching herrrrrro." Awww. Paulie was adorbs, drool and all.
She giggled again. "Princess. Tori." The thirteen year old leaned in and tapped him on the nose. "And don't forget the princess part, or you'll never know what might explode next."
Like his CORNDOG. Eww that would make a gross explosion.