"I'd like that," Satu responded to Linnea's inquire about a french braid. Too many kids wore their hair just plain down now. She was a fan of having her hair done, even if it was braids, it was better than just simply putting a tie in it and saying that she was too busy to get it done. She finished her meal and moved her plate to get a better look at her familiar eating his. A piece of lettuce could take him as long as an hour to eat, but he kept right on munching the entire time like his jaw was robotic and never tired.
There was something going on over her head at the table, beside the grown-up headache that her sister was having, so she decided to ignore the adults and poke at Valterri. He was always prone to crying out about her picking on him, so she did just that. She could make attention for herself elsewhere when there was none readily available to her.
"There's a lot for me to learn. And even if we're not doing what you're doing, Blastoise and I are going to have fun. He promised me he'd show me how to pull myself inside a shell like he does." Even if she didn't have a shell and it was just a big joke between the two of them that they never let fall to the wayside. Mm-hmm. And after that you we can try and think of ways to get off of our backs when we get flipped over. What is a french braid? The box turtle slowly turned to face Linnea this time.