Chapter 4
"Oh, and is that how you Brits treat a young lady?" the girl asked, with anger in her voice. Her voice. It was the strange voice Edmund had heard. The lovely voice he had heard before, and if he had known what a lovely face belonged to it, he would surely stop to look for, even if it meant missing out on a good tool or two.
"I, I, duh, I, you, er, " Edmund simply could not find the words, or any words at all He was so captured by this girl, and so embarrassed!
"Hm? Is that all you can say? 'I, duh, er,' is that all? Hm?" She demanded. Edmund only stared back at her. "Well, obviously, you cannot communicate like a proper human being, so I will go and find someone who can actually help me!" She turned around and started to walk away.
"No, please. I'm sorry," Edmund made her come back, "I was just a bit, y'know, startled." She made a face.
"You? You were startled? Yes, I believe I can relate to that as I was the one who you suddenly screamed at out of no where!" She was harsh. But she kept walking, and Edmund didn't want her to go.
"Well, you don't have to be so cruel. How was I to know you were …a girl?" As soon as he heard the words, he realized they didn't come out right and corrected himself, "I mean, I surely knew you were one when I saw you. But, until then I didn't know, because I didn't see you, and so how was I to possibly know?"
"Well, now that you do know, do you have anything to say for yourself?" she said.
"Yeah, I do. What is so wrong with a boy thinking a girl is beautiful?"