It had been a life choice that her father had gently advised against, to be fair.
So before Scar elaborates, even the monotonous one-word response is enough to prompt a nostalgic chuckle on Heather's part. She might have even brought up her father's shared opinion on that front, just for fun-- but then he keeps going.
Heather's grin at the mental picture being painted is as bright as her Lanturn's little glowy angler-thing, and she pumps one fist in a show of enthusiasm and Unexpected Cross-Dimensional Dino Kid Solidarity (tm) as she turns in the water to face him.
"No. Way. Me too! Which kind? Were you a Brontosaurus kid?"
Heather was not a Brontosaurus kid. You can probably guess what kind of kid she was.
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So before Scar elaborates, even the monotonous one-word response is enough to prompt a nostalgic chuckle on Heather's part. She might have even brought up her father's shared opinion on that front, just for fun-- but then he keeps going.
Heather's grin at the mental picture being painted is as bright as her Lanturn's little glowy angler-thing, and she pumps one fist in a show of enthusiasm and Unexpected Cross-Dimensional Dino Kid Solidarity (tm) as she turns in the water to face him.
"No. Way. Me too! Which kind? Were you a Brontosaurus kid?"
Heather was not a Brontosaurus kid. You can probably guess what kind of kid she was.