Emlyi took his poke at his stomach as an invitation. She took a step toward him, her hip leaning slightly on the shopping cart. While one arm still held the basket in the crook of her elbow, her free hand reached out to also poke his stomach through his shirt. Of course, it was all in the guise of verifying that he was "real." When her hand dropped, she rested her arm on the side of the cart, her fingers toying with the openings between the metal bars. "What do you know -- You feel real enough."
She idly wondered if Oz here had any idea what kind of girl he was dealing with. Emyli was both amused and entertained by his presence, something that usually meant she was willing to spend more time with the person in question. The hand that was playing with the side of the cart slipped into her bag and pulled out a cell phone. It was easily an outdated version of whatever was stylish and had several scratches on the plastic from being dropped one too many times. That was when he mentioned the girl he "sorta liked." Emyli didn't mean to snicker, but she couldn't help it. "I'm not asking to date or marry you, champ." She flipped the phone open, ready to type in a number. "Consider it a friendly invitation. Maybe you're bored one night and don't want to sit around at home -- I'm known for curing boredom."
The laugh that escaped Emyli's lips was a little abrasive, but sincerely amused. "This time." She raised an eyebrow in response to his taunt. So many people were always uncomfortable around Emyli, which amused her, yes, but nothing was quite like someone else teasing and flirting back. "Look at you. Tough little otter doesn't report back to mommy about everything?"
"I promise you I did. Born and raised here. Although, truthfully, I can't say I remember you either. Reckon that's because you were there after me?" He didn't look much younger than her, but she knew that she still looked like she could have graduated last year. Curse her baby face for that.