Here's an excerpt of three siblings who are besties. For context, they're tormenting their brother (the narrator) about his crush:
“You know, we don’t even know what this chick looks like. Is she pretty?” she mumbles the last question as the cigarette has made its way into her mouth.
“Of course she’s pretty,” I smile a little uncomfortably.
“Yeah, Honey! How dare you insinuate that Dominic would date a girl for her personality,” Cocoa scolds her, “Go on bro."
“Cocoa, that's not...defending me,” I frown a little, pretending to be more annoyed than I am.
“Alright, my bad,” Honey laughs now, leaning forward on the table again, “So if I know Nicky we are talking hawt. Legs for days…”
“Right,” Cocoa agrees.
Oh, for heaven’s sake.
“Maybe a little cutesy, a little bit flirty,” Honey is going on, “But on a scale from Taylor Swift to Maci Currin how much leg are we talking? Zendaya? T Swift...?”
“I can't tell. Did he redden by two shades or one?” Cocoa laughs.
“Ohhh, Taylor Swift. Noiiiicce,” Honey waggles her fingers in my direction, squinting her eyes mockingly.
“You girls are creeps.”
“Thank you, we learned from the best,” Honey laughs, flicking her cigarette across the table to me again.
“I did not train you two, and I’m going to my room,” I sigh with a finishing motion of my hands to emphasize how over this conversation is. Before I can stand up, though, Honey reaches across the table like she thinks she’s Elastagirl incarnate, and pushes me back down into my seat.
