╮( ˘ ､ ˘ )╭ just don't & say you did

“Oh, don’t act so ashamed of your love for me.I won’t tattle.” she whispered, winking. “Ibiza, with a pit stop in Valencia.” she clicked her tongue. “I had an army of pixies to train and lead into battle. Plus, I had a craving for paella.”

“I would not go that far.” Still, he smiles. “Ah. Sounds like an exciting trip, then. Did you win the battle?”

“Ben, you  don’t have the  slightest clue what’s going on. Nothing is happening with Edgar Bones. Not  like that, at least.”

“How am I supposed to trust you? Of course you would lie if something like that was happening. I do not have time for messing around, I am not interested in being part of that.”

“They’re amazing, they were great after Charles went to school. I could stay in touch with my folks while adventuring like any other kid in the village so they wouldn’t worry so much.” She double checks that her dial is turned off and hands the radio back. 

“Oh, stop, Benny Boy. I’ll start blushing.”

“Did I do something wrong?  Did I do  something to offend you? You’ve been acting  weird for weeks now and I don’t know what happened.” 

“I’ve known you since we were kids, what do you think?”

“That does not answer my question.”

Amelia waits to hear his voice come out of her radio, before realizing she didn’t explain how to talk into his own radio. Switching hers off she walks back into the room. “Did you hear me okay?”

She crosses the room towards Benvolio. “I forgot to show you how to talk in yours. You have to press this button on the side, or it doesn’t pick up your voice for some reason.” She holds hers up, clicking the button on the side.

He nods when she comes back into the room. “I did,” he says with wonder. “These are amazing little boxes.” He looks as she shows him, and presses the button on his. “Press and talk,” he says. “Then let go to listen? That seems simple.”

“Depends on whether or not you can trust me.”

“Do you trust me?”

“I th-think it would b-be a waste of a v-visual l-language t-to n-not use expressions and c-clever c-connections in it. It would only r-really be easier f-for p-people who use it as a s-second l-language if it was word f-for word. Also c-could you image th-the l-loss of all th-that f-fun s-slang?”

“I guess that makes sense.” He sighs. “I am terrible at picking up slang. I take it too literally. How do you remember all of this?”

“As long as across the room is far enough away from this one.” She holds up the walkie talkie in her hand as he walks to the other side of the room. “Now, I’ll turn this one back on.” She turns the dial and waits for a moment to make sure the radios don’t screech again. 

“I’m going to step out, and you listen to see if you can hear me out of that thing.” She stepped out into the hall, and raised her radio, pausing for a moment trying to figure out what she should say.

“Can you hear me, Ben?”

He grimaces, looking down at the walkie-talkie as it makes static sounds. “Okay.” He waits, and when Amelia is outside, looks at the radio. And then proceeds to jump about a mile in the air when he hears her voice. He holds the radio up to his own face. “I hear you,” he says. He squints at the box. “Can you hear me?”