The very next day Wendy put down her Indie Fuzz magazine and talked to me as soon as I came into the store area.
"Hey Mabel, what you up to?"
That night I had dreamed of rainbows and unicorns, so I had already found my topic. "I'm thinking. How come rainbows aren't actually bows made out of rain?" I asked Wendy.
"Rain is probably not very sturdy material, how would you fire an arrow like that?."
"Yes, yes, but then why aren't unicorns named unihorns? They don't have a corncob on their head."
"Wait, where is this coming from?"
"Maybe they secretly do, and they just paint them so they look more majestic." I said and pasted some stickers on my right hand before positioning it for use as a horn on my head.
Then we laughed, and in that moment, I decided I quite liked seeing Wendy like that. Laughing because of me. Maybe she really did think I was entertaining.
"You have the uncanny ability to ask the strangest questions, Mabel."
"Oh, you have no idea what questions plague my brilliant mind. Here, watch. Why is Italian food made by Italians, but baby food not made by babies?"
"I don't think babies makes for very good cooks. Oh, I've got one! Why are AA-cups smaller than A-cups, but DD-cups bigger than D-cups?"
"That is ridiculous! I have never thought about that. I stand in awe of your world-questioning abilities." I said, while my eyes took a quick glance of her chest. Hmm. Doing so made me feel kind of weird and out of place.
"Hey, Wendy?" I said shuffling my feet in uncertainty.
"Yeah?" She raised an eyebrow. Somehow I thought it was kind of cool the way she did it, wow am I easily impressed.
"What did you mean when you said we should hang out more?"
"You. Me. Hang out." She said as if it was as simple as that.
"Okay, so hang out out, or just hang out in here? Because there's a difference."
"We could hang out out if you want. I was about to go on my break anyway."
"Grunkle Stan lets you have breaks?" I was amazed, maybe he did really take my whole nice boss talk to heart.
"Maaaaybe." Then Wendy winked at me and smiled and I felt a weird something in my tummy.
"Let's go." Wendy beckoned, already standing at the door as I was trying to remember if I had eaten properly that morning, because the feeling in my tummy persisted.