"My tastebuds are all in working order, thank you very much." Rosemary commented back with a raised eyebrow. What was Dayle talking about? Good taste? The little blonde may not have been quick on what it was that the brunette was talking about but she did have a suspicion that Dayle was speaking not of her but of Hamburger Boy. So then, Dayle approved of her choice of toys?
Hamburger Boy was quite the toy. Wasn't every day that Rosemary found a hunter to be so fascinating. Most hunters terrified the fur off her. Seriously. Every time she had an encounter with a hunter, she'd lose a couple pounds in fur. Hunters wanted her dead. It was how the world spun. In any other town, it was possible that Hamburger Boy would have tried taking her out. Lucky for her (and her stomach), they weren't in any old scary town. Which made this current hunter encounter surreal. If Royce ever found out about this, he'd go ballistic. Doing this by herself would have been impossible. It was one thing to approach a hunter in form. Another to go up to one out of it.
Which was why her old shoes stayed glued to the floor as Dayle swayed over to the counter. Dayle was the one who knew how to go about this ... boy catching stuff. Rosemary knew how to catch boys but that involved a lot of rope, some sticks and a chocolate candy bar. She was sure that there was something about that plan that spoke volumes about her lack of maturity but she was not the subject of Dayle's attention. Hamburger Boy was. And if she wanted to know anything about to go about catching him the right way, Dayle would be the one to show her.
She just hoped it didn't involve her wearing a dress and putting on heels.
Though she was still by the door, Rosemary kept her eyes and ears trained on the two brunettes. Dayle was using a different tone of voice with him than she had been with her and Charlie. Interesting. Was using a different octave somehow useful in catching a boy? Too late to think much on that now. Dayle was calling her over. Her and, oh, what was his name? Her and Caleb. Huh. That was tons better than Hamburger Boy. Much less of a mouthful.
Swallowing and licking her lips, Rosemary walked over and planted herself on Dayle's other side. She felt odd, like she was out of place. What was odder still was that she had no idea what to say. No idea whatsoever. She was better off standing out behind the dumpster. At least then it wouldn't be so embarrassing if she suddenly decided to run off. Like a deer caught in blue headlights, she looked over at Dayle for help.