Well that was oddly satisfying. Boys weren't ALL useless - as was evident by the fact that she loved a Ravenclaw one very much - it seemed. How lovely!
Turning her attention back to the flames she felt herself being sucked in again. Metaphorically speaking, of course. It wasn't until Matt spoke again that she dragged her attention away from the fire... and saw him fondling her sandwich with his bare hand. What was this?! HOW OFFENSIVE! And it was ham! Too salty, even from Queen Saltine! BUT Dora was a lady. A CLASSY LADY. Offering the younger boy a sweet smile, she took the sandwich and laid it on her lap. Not eating that, but ya know... appearances. "Thanks, Matt. That was very, uh, sweet of you. "
And gross.
Dirty boy hands. ACK!
But yeah. Whatever. More important stuff.
"Well, I reckon we go find something to blow up. Outside. By the lake. What do you think? " Yas. Come, small one. Let us go blow things up!
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