Jeannie reared back as if struck, shocked by the language that came out of the girl’s mouth. If she were truly upset, the djinn might call someone’s parentage into question, or equate a person to the back end of a gaseous animal. But never would she use such a word as that.
She could not even come up with an appropriate response to the question that bracketed the foul language. Blinking in confusion and a slight bit of consternation, she simply stared at the other girl for a long moment. Georgia. She stared at the girl named for a state, and tried to pull her thoughts back in order.
In the end, all she could do was reply, “George Herman Ruth. I believe he was called ‘Babe’ when he played baseball.”