"We can't all be wee August babies, can we?" Lav laughed, leaning over to give Ernie's cheek a playful pinch. It had always been odd to her that, as much of a leader as he had been in many ways, Ernie was one of the youngest in their year.
"Hmm." She scanned the crowd. Who could Ernie stodge at? "What about Capper? She's usually sufficiently grumpy. She could probably use a good stodging."
She snickered as other potential meanings for that phrase occurred to her.