Author's Note: Okay so I came up with this I few months ago when I was in the kitchen making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. And nobody was there and I wanted to talk to someone so I had an imaginary conversation with one of the characters from Inkheart. (Please don't ask why, my brain works in strange ways.) So I decided I would write it into a Fanfic, so…. Let me know if you like it. :)
A Conversation with Dustfinger
"Why won't you give me lessons?" I asked him as I opened the bread box in the kitchen.
"I've already told you," Dustfinger said, annoyed.
"Uh, no you haven't." I answered pulling two slices of bread from the box, and shutting it. Turning to face him I added. "I can do it you know, I'm thirteen."
"Yes you are, but you can't do it."
I frowned, halfway through taking a plate out from the cabinet. "How do you know?" I answered, offended.
"Because," He paused, probably trying to think of a reason. "Because, I'm a good judge of character."
I laughed and rolled my eyes so he could see. "Maybe you are but you were a double agent, remember? For the wrong side I might add." I added lowly so he couldn't here.
"Anyway," I said louder, looking at him. "I've had burns before,"
"You've never played with fire." He countered.
"How do you know?" I said mysteriously.
He rolled his eyes at me as I opened the pantry door to get some peanut butter. "Farid was younger than me when you taught him." I continued, setting the jar of peanut butter on the counter.
"He was nearly thirteen!" Dustfinger said loudly.
"Shut up," I said as I grabbed some jam and a spreading knife. "You're gonna wake everybody up and they don't really like you that much. Anyway I know why you won't give me lessons." I told him spreading the peanut butter on the bread. "It's because I'm a girl right?"
"What? No, of course not." Dustfinger said. "But if you get burned you'll cry and go to your mother and I'll be the one in trouble.
Okay that was it; he was judging me he hardly visited how would he know if I cry when I get burned. "Actually." I stated coldly, turning to face him. "I've been burned about a hundred times and all I do is hiss and put some aloe on it. I've been baking since I was eight remember? And stop thinking all the girls will cry when you they get hurt, because not all of them do!" I turned back to my sandwich making.
Dustfinger changed tactics. "But you have to eat fire honey it burns your tongue you can't taste anything for days.
"I ate hot pudding and couldn't taste anything for the rest of the night."
"But this is for days,"
"So?"
"Also." He was changing tactics again. "Brianna would be mad at me if I taught you before her."
"Teach us both at the same time then."
"I can't."
"Why not?" Silence. Good I stumped him. "Bring Farid along too I'll see you… Friday 'Kay?" My sandwich was done. I took a bite out of it and tried my best not to smile at the expression on his face. "Goodnight." I added walking up the stairs.
"Okay pay up." I told him holding my hand out.
Sighing Farid placed the twenty dollar bill in my hand. "I can't believe you got him to give you lessons." He said amazed.
"Oh I'm great at getting what I want." I said smiling. "See you Friday." I added as he walked out the door.
"Friday." He agreed.
THE END