"I believe the term for that is 'the blunder years'," she told him, smiling. And she was pleased that she got a serious answer but she didn't like the 'twelve lives' and him being number twelve. "So... you went through them like tissue and you're number twelve?" She bit the inside of her cheek, working through that for a moment. Then she breathed a sharp sigh and said, "Let's go get ice cream."