“There’s nobody else here besides the two of them. If the Sissy Sphere was here, it would be recommended he try somewhere else to be seen.” There had never been a blunter ‘f*ck off’ from Frick. Logic had no right attempting to be the angry one here; he was the one imposing, breaking the months of avoidance that had both of them happy.
He balanced the candy on her arms, even taking a moment out of his grumping to be sure it was tied shut and wouldn’t topple off or otherwise spill.
“You know, perhaps I am invisible. How silly of me not to notice.” Getting right up into Frick’s face was not hard, considering his only real obstacle was a much shorter child. He continued his glaring.
“You know, Lydia, we should take advantage of this. Think of the ‘pranks’ I could play.” And there’s a little testing poke to Frick’s arm. “Give me an idea, I promise you it will be fun. Perhaps I could rearrange his furniture, or ‘haunt’ the morgue for a few days.”