She didn't look all that pleased with him. In fact, the way she was eying him strongly reminded Angel of Evangeline. However, the girl didn't shriek at him like his sister would have, or tried to claw his eyes out, so he remained content to be in her presence.
The girl stepped forward, mud squelching as it bubbled up between her toes, and she started to giggle. The boy beamed at her, thoroughly pleased with her reaction. "See! It is fun! Try this." Angelus started to knead the mud like a cat. He exaggerated the up and down movements of his paws; raising them high enough to trap air underneath them so that when he pressed down the mud underfoot made farting noises. Was that not the funniest thing ever?
