Page 11 of Culture and Curiosities
Okay, not the weirdest reaction I’d gotten from anyone in town but even the diner men knew what to do with a cute little.
“You are a grown adult with child-like tendences who would like to play.” Still walking through the obvious, my Daddy didn’t look worried but he did look like I was some kind of weird cake he’d never seen before.
Oh, was I blue bananas to my Daddy?
I’d seen that one on the dessert table and I wasn’t going to eat it, but I had questions about where they’d found sparkly blue bananas.
My Daddy better not think I was that weird.
I was cute, not yucky.
“One that requires a caretaker, which you do not seem to have.” My new Daddy finally paused, head cocking. “Oh.”
Poking his arm, I grinned. “Tag. You’re it.”
I’d found my mate and he was weird.
But he was cute and I could handle interesting.
I was very smart and hardworking.
“I’m your mate.” My new Daddy was slowly catching up and it was fun to watch his eyes get bigger. “Oh, this complicates things.”
I’d been called an asshole before and a nuisance a lot, but I’d never been called a complication.
“I’m Wren. I’m a little. I’m here from Texas, but I’ll move so that won’t be an issue.” And I was his mate but he seemed to have gotten that fact already, so I didn’t bother repeating it yet. “I’m really glad you’re not a bad decision.”
That made him blink.
“You were in the celebration. You were talking about someone being a bad decision and finding them to be a high temperature.” His information was technically correct but it sounded like he was translating it into English from Japanese or one of those fun African languages.
Or Klingon.
“Hot. I found you hot.” Where was he from? Did we have Amish communities or something like that? Would that explain the language issue? “That means attractive and usually in a sexual way. I saw you across the room but I kept getting sidetracked by people before I could walk over to talk to you.”
That was the trouble with being nice to everyone…they wanted to talk and were incredibly distracting.
My new Daddy just blinked again. “I have a mate. I’m going to be a Daddy.”
That made me giggle, but it took him a few long moments of processing before he smiled. “Ah, I see why that was so funny. You are not a baby. You do, however, require a caretaker.”
Yep.
And lots of attention.
“I’ll help you learn how to take care of me.” We seemed to be starting from scratch on that one, but at least he knew what being a little and a Daddy meant. “I’ll answer questions and I won’t make you guess what I want.”
Until he could read my mind, of course.
Then I’d show him what I wanted.
“You are the…the pull.” He frowned like he wasn’t sure he liked something but he didn’t make me guess what he was thinking. “That word may not be right. English is difficult and has many words with similar meanings.”
Was he one of the French Canadians?
No, he was confused but he was still really nice and hadn’t screamed at me yet.
Did people from Florida speak something else?
