"No truer words..." Charley snorted, looking up at the boy with the barest hint of admiration. Maybe there was something smart about him after all. He just had to step off his lofty pedestal and come back down to earth, where she could teach him a thing or two. "Whether it's proper or not, you still owe me a game. If yer gonna come here an' mess up my fun, might as well make it worth your while."

If he had enough rocks for brains to give her lip, he could use those to play against her. Or she'd rattle them enough until the smarts came out again. Either way, the urchin wasn't about to take no for an answer. She let idle fingers brush away dirt from her shirt sleeve and blew at a strand of hair that had come loose from under her cap. He wasn't going to take all day to decide, was he?

The longer she stood there waiting, the less satisfying this was going to be. It'd be easier if he'd make it quick so they could both get on with her day. The urchin considered herself rather good at gobstones, practicing with no one really. Charley figured she'd beat him at gobstones easily, then find her wayward partner for a shot at his aggie again.

Charley swayed in place, her mouth twisting into another thought. A hand came out, stretching far enough that the Duke of Limbs could reach. If they were going to play a proper game, they might as well do it the proper way. She could spare him the spit shake this time so long as there were no more complaints about her spot. "Name's Charley."

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