Eline stood there awkwardly for a moment, not exactly sure what to say. “Well… good,” she mutter childishly, omitting the ’or else’ that she was going to add. She already sounded like she was seven, she didn’t want to sound like she was five, the girl was capable of containing some sense of maturity.
Eline was about to leave when her eyes caught onto what he had drawn. “Oh, real mature and my hair isn’t that curly, y‘know.”