Parker snorted, shooting Eliot a Cheshire-like grin. "You'd get along with him," she stated with a decisive nod. "He's very easy to get along with if you aren't normal." And yes, she'd just called Eliot abnormal, although she certainly hadn't meant it as an insult. To Parker, one of the worst things in the world was to be average and ordinary.
Tucking the book under her arm, she was all set to head to the check-out but stopped short. "No," she stated firmly with a shake of her had. "She adopted the little boy from those magic books. You know, the one that can't kill the baby and keeps getting beaten by teenagers but everyone is so scared of him?" She rolled her eyes and gave a shrug of her shoulders.
"He's a lame grown-up, but he's an evil little squirt." Glancing down at his buggy of items, she arched a brow and looked back at him. "We ready to go?"