"Who says I'm still offering it after you were so rude?" Ea asked with a smile, "After all, you are a wanted criminal and all," The girl shrugged. She wasn't as stupid as she came off to be. Ea had seen the wanted poster for the boy, but she didn't really care, seeing as she had enough money and the boy seemed too stupid to survive jail. She shifted the bags again before walking away towards home. Once down the street, she turned around and called back, "Gonna stand there all day, stupid?"
"I'm not stupid!" Fen called as he ran up, grinning, "I'm a dangerous criminal, remember? Wanted: One, twelve-year-old boy who won't respect his elders," he laughed a little, but then took on a quieter, more serious tone, "You won't, y'know, rat me out will you? I don't fancy going back to prison and all. Wasn't nice,"
"You're lucky no one's here, 'cause you just ratted yourself out to the world…and you are trying to tell me that you aren't in fact an idiot," Ea shrugged, opening the door whilst balancing the bags in one arm. Going inside, she gratefully set the bags down on the kitchen counter, "Those were annoyingly heavy for what's in them. You'd think there were rocks in there," Ea turned her attention towards the boy, "I might rat you out if I feel like it, which would mean you kill someone or steal something of mine. Which I trust you won't do,"
"I was whispering! If I was an idiot, I'd have screamed it out loud," Fen said, in response to Ea's first comment, "And don't worry, I won't kill anyone or steal anything. By the way, my name's Fen…but you probably know that by now if you read my wanted poster," he extended a hand, "and you are?"
Ea looked at the boy's hand, considered shaking it, but instead stuck out her tongue at Fen and turned the other way to work on unpacking her groceries. She was silent for a moment as elevator music played in her head…she'd been listening to that musician who played at the far corner of the market and played repetitive but catchy songs all day on that lute-thing, and now she had it stuck in her head. While sorting the food out into groups based on placement which to anyone else looked just like one large pile, Ea commented, "For a shrimp, you are very impolite. My name is Ea, though,"
Fen did not know what was wrong with this girl. Okay, so he had been a bit of a jerk earlier, yelling at her and all, but he was really angry and not thinking straight. And now, he was trying to be a bit more polite, and she goes and disses him and claims he has no manners. True, it was a given that he hadn't used them in about five years, but he still had some. Oh well, he thought, some people just can't be helped. "Ea," he tried out the name, "Sweet, cool name, Ea," he looked at the pile of groceries, "So, um, do you want help with some of that, or should I go do something else?" he asked.
About time you asked, Ea thought, "Took you long enough," she retorted, and smirked at the boy's confused look. I rest my case. The boy is stupid. Now, what did she need help with? Not the food, she could handle that, not to mention that she didn't really trust this Fen yet. "You can go get some water from the well," Ea said, "It's in the backyard. Don't fall in," She forgot to mention that there was no bucket, and by the time she remembered, Fen was already out the door. She went back to her grocery sorting. Let's see how stupid you really are, Fen she thought.