Bless, honey, I’m sure you have more years than I do, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’d rather not try to hold off your father’s magic with mine. Or that age is more than the body.
And begging my way into an outing … is something I stopped doing a long time ago. I won’t go where I’m not wanted.
My father is a horse and doesn’t possess any- oh, you mean my mother. Sorry. Got a bit confused there. If you are sure- you know the invitation stands.
*facepalm*
Love, you’d break my heart. Go have fun with someone your parent trusts, and don’t worry about me.
I shouldn’t, it would be rude to ignore you!
…I mean, if you really don’t mind. I hate to leave you out.
All gods know, Sleipnir, you didn’t inherit that sweet disposition from either parent. *pats his shoulder* I would like to come, but I’m really pretty worried I’ll do something you won’t like.
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.