"Please, you wish I was your kid," Betty said, crossing her arms over her chest and looking away like she didn't care. She had an attitude problem, this was true.
"I am," Pandora said, perking up a bit at the sight of her father. "Don't mind Betty, she's just... she's Betty. She warms up to people around after lunch, usually."
"I do not," Betty argued.
"You do too," Pandora said. "I suppose I have to tell you who I am, don't I?"
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Date: 2012-03-31 11:08 pm (UTC)"I am," Pandora said, perking up a bit at the sight of her father. "Don't mind Betty, she's just... she's Betty. She warms up to people around after lunch, usually."
"I do not," Betty argued.
"You do too," Pandora said. "I suppose I have to tell you who I am, don't I?"