A bubble of dry laughter—an actual bubble—disturbed the water in front of her snout. Like? The word was said so casually but Alastor didn't seem to mean it in
that sort of way. She screwed up her face as she tried to even recall the exact words she said to Sven nearly a whole moon cycle. She had used the word like. In fact, the more she thought about it she had uttered the word in the particular phrase "
really like," and then went on to angrily ramble some things about love. And when they had parted ways Sahalie had resolved to stop thinking about all this like/love business and silence whatever extra feelings had arisen for her male friends. So then, how to answer Alastor? Sahalie burped. The release of gas made her feel a little better. "
Well it's a little more complicated than that, Sven" not even realizing she was using the wrong name.
"
I've known him since I was small. I met him last fall and we meet up from time to time. But anyway, I got like... Super upset when you left and started thinking about all this like love stuff and then next thing ya'know I'm like. Do I like Sven? Do I like Al?" She tossed her head wildly in his direction, giving him a pedagogical look as if she were giving some important lecture, then looked back to the water, "
And anyway the whole thing was just really selfish. And I've decided I'm not gunna fall in love. There's a lot better things out there."
She looked back at him again, "
So I'm really glad you're back. Now things can go back to normal." Her smile was saccharine.