"Aw, do I? So if I, say, get lemons I can make lemonade. Well, what if I want to drink orange juice instead, huh?" she said, semi-defiantly, bumping him with her bony shoulder. Her actions were good-natured, for there was no ill will towards his reasonable justification for not eating her chocolates.
"What is it with people not taking candy from strangers? What's the worst that could happen aside from a few cavities?" she asked, puzzled.
"Well you would need oranges to make orange juice, my friend." He said with a soft sigh. He moved over slighlty at her bump. He did not like to be touched, excpecially from strangers. "Well You see, the candy could be poisoned or drugged, you could take my unconcious body and do unspeakable things to it, and I'd rather not have that"
