"No, I don't know." A little bottle and a brush. Dylan had seen little bottles before and he had seen brushes before, but he didn't understand how the combination of the two items made this 'gloss' that she liked to wear. Were they stuck together, or was the brush in the bottle? It would have to be a tiny brush to fit into a little bottle; how did you get it out?
You wore it on your lips? Dylan let out a little gasp as he stared down at the flattened crayon in his hand. On land he'd seen human females with red or pink or sometimes even black mouths, but he'd always thought it was something to do with what they'd eaten last. Now it all made sense; they were wearing crayons on their lips! Although that didn't really explain why they needed to colour their faces in. Did they think that they were boring, because Dylan could believe that; even the nicest ones tended to look a little bland compared to female merfolk.
Odd that he'd never seen any men with coloured-in faces. Maybe it was against the rules? Although this girl was saying that he could put it on his arms if he wanted to, which...wasn't helping him understand the rules of this activity at all. "But you said I put it on my lips, it's the rules. Are there different rules for me?" Dylan looked up, his big doe eyes full of wonder. In truth he didn't know whether there were different rules for males and females, but playing it a bit thick always pleased humans; they liked to think they knew everything.
The bank was sloped and the lake was a little deeper here, so he crept forwards and rested his elbows on the edges of the soil, the tips of his tail fin just visible above the water line.
"Fluffy," he repeated to himself, trying to say it just like Fluffy did. "Fluff-y." It didn't sound quite right, but it was close enough. "My name's Dylan," said Dylan, although he definitely didn't pronounce it like he was supposed to. "What are you wearing on your face?" he added, gaze fixed on the girl's left cheek. "Is it gloss?" Whatever it was, it appeared to be shiny.