Setting Nox with a look, Lily slumped down in her chair, muttering "Don't call me that." Mostly, she didn't want to talk about her uteris anymore. Being a girl was so much harder than being a man. No wonder so many of them seemed so pissed off all the time.
"Fine," she spat after a moment. "Condoms, pills, that sponge thing Adam was prattling on about, whatever. New topic now. I don't even like having these parts, and I definitely don't want to talk about them with my mother." Wriggling a bit, she fished a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, flipping open the top and drawing one out. Nicotine addiction was worse that heroin, almost. The satisfaction didn't last nearly as long, and you couldn't really offer sex for a cig. How obnoxious.