“Sometimes things are necessary,” he parroted back innocently, about the hair-pull that she was solemnly attempting to ignore.
“I don’t know, I expect I have less growing up left to do than you do, Miss Woodcroft,” Kristoffer said. When one factored out maturity, anyway. He supposed that could function well enough as a jab at her height - coming up beside her, it was easy to see she would remain petite-figured - but as well as his own growth spurt and newfound manliness, there had been last summer’s rite of passage which was evidently also on his mind. He lowered his voice, suddenly conspiratorial. “Or has someone already deflowered you?” If they had, she was more of a rulebreaker than he’d thought. But who knew - working class girls were heathens, anyway.
“I don’t know, I expect I have less growing up left to do than you do, Miss Woodcroft,” Kristoffer said. When one factored out maturity, anyway. He supposed that could function well enough as a jab at her height - coming up beside her, it was easy to see she would remain petite-figured - but as well as his own growth spurt and newfound manliness, there had been last summer’s rite of passage which was evidently also on his mind. He lowered his voice, suddenly conspiratorial. “Or has someone already deflowered you?” If they had, she was more of a rulebreaker than he’d thought. But who knew - working class girls were heathens, anyway.
