Well, mother is very nice. Just… not to most people. Anywhere.
Um, since you are certain you are worried you don’t want to do something you don’t like and don’t want to go. You don’t have to, I don’t want to force you into something.
You’re pleading, aren’t you. I’ll tell you what: I’ll come along, if you and Piper promise to let me drive you. New York cab drivers can be a bit …
And you have to promise if I say something that makes you uncomfortable, /tell/ me. In words. Don’t just look embarrassed.
You’re going to come? Really? I’ll tell Piper.
Oh, I don’t know about that, Summer. I have quite a talent for losing words. I’m not quite as eloquent as my mother.
*mutters* Your mother is going to murder me when this is over …
I’ll just have to keep a tag on you then. Do you know what I am, Sleipnir?
Uh, a woman?
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Unless you’re a man, which is totally okay by the way. Like, no offense if you are a man.
*rolling eyes* I’m an empath. I can read your emotions. That’s what I mean by tag. I’m asking your permission to monitor your emotions so I can know if I make a mistake … or if you’re in a uncomfortable situation.