Julia smiled. "You'll be quite happy of that twenty years from now," she responded graciously. Her goal hadn't been to make Claire self conscious. "Though I am a solid student, I am not a prodigy ahead of my age and experience," she answered with a chuckle. Amber didn't know of a single seventh year ever that was ever beneath the age of majority.
Finding the predicament she was in, Jules chuckled. "Yes. I usually prefer those older. Though how to treat me and take care of me. They are experienced enough that they aren't...floundering about…" She wrinkled her nose at the idea. "Groping and the like…clueless. You know?"
"Like younger girls?" Jules inquired. "Or boys too? The idea of a younger boy…" She shuddered in an exaggerated fashion.
Eying Claire, it was clear they were both thinking the same thing…