She stuck out her tongue. Not because it really mattered, but because it was what she did at times like that.
At the memory of Brian howling in pain and Wensley spitting out snow, wiping his glasses clean, Pepper tipped into Adam, laughing hysterically. "That was sort of mean of me, now that I think of it. But still true, and I maintain my position on it! Poor Wens, though. He did always seem to get the brunt of everything." Winter's in Tadfield really did beat winter's everywhere else, really. "I miss the snows here. They aren't as good in London; everythin' turns to slush before you can have any fun with it. We should do campin' soon, though, you're right. And if we do a snowperson competition we have to make sure we set good rules. Last time Wensley won because his was dressed like Napoleon, and Brian and me didn't realize we could do that."
Her nails weren't as long as they got during school, what with all the gardening, but she scratched as best she could when he tilted his head. "Worse than Dog, you are," she told him, even though she didn't stop. "Yeah, sounds like things have been weird for you. An' I'm still sorry for it. If it's not you, though, then..." Her eyes went wide as tea saucers. "Wensley? Is it Wensley? Oh, it couldn't be, not for poor Brian, he's twice Wensley's size now!"
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At the memory of Brian howling in pain and Wensley spitting out snow, wiping his glasses clean, Pepper tipped into Adam, laughing hysterically. "That was sort of mean of me, now that I think of it. But still true, and I maintain my position on it! Poor Wens, though. He did always seem to get the brunt of everything." Winter's in Tadfield really did beat winter's everywhere else, really. "I miss the snows here. They aren't as good in London; everythin' turns to slush before you can have any fun with it. We should do campin' soon, though, you're right. And if we do a snowperson competition we have to make sure we set good rules. Last time Wensley won because his was dressed like Napoleon, and Brian and me didn't realize we could do that."
Her nails weren't as long as they got during school, what with all the gardening, but she scratched as best she could when he tilted his head. "Worse than Dog, you are," she told him, even though she didn't stop. "Yeah, sounds like things have been weird for you. An' I'm still sorry for it. If it's not you, though, then..." Her eyes went wide as tea saucers. "Wensley? Is it Wensley? Oh, it couldn't be, not for poor Brian, he's twice Wensley's size now!"