Laney held her hands up defensively. "Alright, alright. For fuck's sake, don't get your panties in a bunch. I'll stop saying penis, Jesus." She couldn't help the cheeky little grin that fell over her features. She felt like an ass for thinking it was funny, but it was. To her, anyways. If he got that uncomfortable saying penis, what other things made him uncomfortable. Clearly, kissing girls and looking at legs, but what else?
She bit her tongue at his insistence that Glory was not a bimbo. Glory obviously had more friends than Laney thought. There went one less person for her to share her opinions with on the matter. "Whatever. She's not a bimbo..." Even though she was. "But you can't tell me that her being a cheerleader isn't going to make her Miss Popularity. You know what happens to popular girls, don't you?" If he didn't, then she wasn't even going to bother.
"Whatever. Girls don't really like being kissed unless they know it's coming. Well, I don't anyways. I guess I'm not like most girls, but I think it's a general thing. What if we're not ready, or have gum in our mouths, or are about to talk? I don't know. You should probably ask next time. You don't want people to think you're a creep." Again, not trying to be mean. Sometimes her advice just came out bluntly.
She shrugged at his last question. "I get butterflies when I'm around Alfie. I thought it was heartburn at first, or growing pains, as my mom called it. But it's only around Alfie. I'm going to guess it means you like them. If it's not your penis, then it's gotta be...feelings." She said the last word awkwardly. Feelings were for squares and she was embarrassed most of the time that even she had them.