Charlie swallowed her laugh, and glanced at Dayle. The older girl was staring at Rosemary like she was sticker stuck to the bottom of her stiletto- where in the world did it come from, and what was she going to do with with it now?
Dayle sighed and shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Ugh, this is a lot more serious than I thought. You didn't tell me I'd be dealing with an utter novice, my dear Charlotte."
"I'm sorry, I didn't... know..." Charlie took a few deep breaths to fight back the laughter. Poor Rose looked completely lost, and she suspected Dayle was trying to figure out what species of girl didn't at least know the very basics of guy and girl sociology. Wait till Tanya hears about this! "Whoo, sorry 'bout that. But yeah. She's sort of new to all this. New as in brand new."
"More like new as in the trailers haven't even been released," Dayle muttered. "She's a social baby! I'm a professional!"
"Can you please help," Charlie pleaded. "I'm in way over my head, and you're the only person I knew that could help. I'll make you pot roast and peanut butter pie for a week!"
"For two weeks," Dayle corrected. "And of course I can help. There's no one I can't help. Now, you," she said, addressing Rosemary. "We need to know all the details about this guy. The guy that you like, not the one you live with. I hear enough about him from her." Dayle jerked a thumb at Charlie, and the red head glared through her blush. "Once we know more about this love interest of yours, we can figure out a plan of action. Make sense?"