He laughed. "That's true." *** Callie nodded, glancing back at him before turning back to the class. "Okay! Let's try not to use the needles to stab, alright?"
She frowned, but continued walking. "By the way, did you drive here?" * * * One boy raised his hand, an expectant frown on his face.
She gave him a slight smile. "That's our getaway vehicle, then." * * * "What if Veronica is being really annoying? Then can I poke her?"
She shrugged. "Sorry. My bike is still broken." * * * "But she talks about her dog so much. So. Much."
She frowned. "I'm trying to fix it, but it's slow going." * * * "It's not just dogs though! She also has cats!"
He faltered a bit, but folded his hands. "Just wanted to help." *** "Thanks. Anyways, continuing on."
She squinted at him before sighing. "No, I'm sorry. It's just..." She shook her head. "It's frustrating." * * * "But say I did poke her," the boy continued. "How much trouble would I get into?"
She crossed her arms, sighing slightly. "If you'd like, you could come try to figure it out. But you don't have to." * * * The boy went quiet for a moment. "To jail?"
He nodded. "Sure. Sure. I'll take a look." *** She nodded. "School jail. No crayons for, like, a week."
She raised an eyebrow. "Really?" * * * One girl sniffled. "I can't go to jail! I look terrible in orange!"
He hesitated. "If you're okay with that." *** She grinned. "I'm kidding, kiddos. No jail is involved."
"That'd be great," she admitted, rubbing the back of her neck. "It's... really difficult." * * * Arlo cleared his throat. "Anyway. Callie, what do you have to show us today?"
He nodded. "I'd be happy to." *** She laughed slightly. "Right. The sewing. Anyways, what we're going to do first is fold the fabric like this.. and then stick the needle here."
She looked up at him with a small smile. "Thanks." * * * The children obliged surprisingly well, following her instruction.
