"Oh, see, I was like the perfect age for Spice Girls when they got popular. I loved them. My sister and I would get all their dolls, and stickers, and we'd pretend to be them, because, like, that's what you did when you were a kid, you know?" Except she was only slightly younger then than Kiley was when she smoked her first cigarette, so she felt like that said a lot about each of their upbringings.
She didn't want to think about the flashlight dying, but when it did, it was for sure being used as a hammer, or a shovel, or something. She snickered at the idea of blushing every time she saw Owen, but nearly shrieked with laughter again at Kiley's suggestion. "Kiley! I already know that Chase has a huge Mister Pecky now, I don't need to know about everybody's! Oh my god," she squeaked, doing exactly the blushing that she had not wanted to do. Despite her insistence that she didn't want to know, she put her pointer finger up, then made it a loose hook. "I bet it's curved to the left."