I Have Questions and You Have Answers

The scenery changed but she was so used to this by now that it didn't phase her or take away too much of her attention. Her great grandfather beckoned her forward and Fever made no fuss about sidling up against his chest and taking her place there. Yeah, it was her place. They had both accepted that by now.

Moros questioned her and Fever's brows drew together. "Damira and Darika were talking about boys and, when I wanted to tell them what I knew about boys, they said that I was even younger than they were and that I didn't know anything." Fever knew tons of things. Tons. She wanted to know more though. In the particular area of boys, she wanted to know more than her cousins ever would.

Turning her angelic little face up towards her grandfather, determination filled her mismatched gaze. "I need to know about boys, Papa Moros. I need to know what they like and how to make them like you. Then I can rub it in their faces when I prove that I'm smarter than they are." Okay, so she was a little salty. A little vindictive. The girl had a bit of a superiority complex. Just a smidge of one. She knew her grandpa would understand.

"Fever Mendacium"