L. Barbie ?

The Little Martian knocks my boring little book off my table and eyes my bright pink nail polish.

“What are you? Barbie? “

“I wish”

“A bimbo?”

I almost baulk at the insult, I have very passionate views about Barbara. I keep them to myself for the sake of longevity and ignore the Little Martian.

“Had fun last night? “he asks me a funny little edge to his voice

“I know, I know! You told me it was a bad idea, I should have listened to you.”

“It was your bad idea, it's okay.”

“Thanks? “

“You're welcome.”