Ernie's words made sense to Hazel, and her nod of agreement slowed to a dumb stop when he took her hand. His was warm and dry, not like Quinn's had been that one time, all sweaty and soft. She grinned shyly, keeping pace with the older boy, not in the least concerned with his reasons for holding her hand and only giddy over the fact that he was.
"Does your family have elves?" Hazel asked, a little breathy, but not wanting to appear as though she completely lost control of all of her faculties when in contact with a handsome boy. Some. Not all.