"Oh, nice to have such loyal friends," Rie muttered, grinning to herself and trying to hide it from Don. Nuru and Dona had both left the room, leaving Rie alone to try and cope with the stubborn lass.
"You know," she said, turning back to Don, "red hair is a sign of toughness. If my hair is awfully red then I'm awfully tough."
The girl gave her a dry look. "That's stupid," she said.
"Is not," Rie countered playfully, but Don seemed in no mood to play.
"Why don't you just leave me alone?" the girl demanded, scowling at Rie.
"Because I don't know what's good for me, and I can never leave anybody alone, least of all somebody who's so much like me."
That didn't help matters. "I'm not like you!" Don shouted, making it sound like there was nobody in the world she'd be less glad to be like.
"Oh, sure you are," Rie said. "You're a lot like me. Stubborn, irritable, unwilling to admit when you're wrong--"
"But I'm not wrong," Don insisted.
" 'Course you're not," replied Rie. "Isn't that what I just said?"
"What?" asked Don, puzzled. "Isn't what what you just said?"
"That you'll never say you're wrong."
Don scowled harder. "Now you're just trying to confuse me!"
"Well, is it working?" Rie asked, crossing her arms. She hoped that Nuru came back soon; she wanted her to see this. This was Rie in her element: arguing.
[ January 09, 2003: Message edited by: Orual ]
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