“I’m an old pro at this, yo!” Connie chuckled, running off to fetch a bit of tea and make some hot water. “I’ll be back before ya can say ‘Eskimos’!“
She shook her head as he left. He’s really doing it? Annie let out a quiet sigh and mumbled, “Idiot.” Eskimos?
“Back!” Connie shouted, his pulse racing from how fast he ran back with the tea and hot water–which was partially sloshed down his favorite green shirt. “You didn’t wind up sayin’ Eskimos, didja?”