“What have you got to lose? All he can say is no thanks.”
Ebon made a face. “You’re going to go out with Mr. Hill? You’re not going to kiss, are you? That’s gross.”
“For your information, young man,” Val said, swatting Ebon’s arm in turn, “grown-ups like kissing. You’ll figure it out once you’re older.”
“You guys always say that. I’m already seven and I still think that stuff’s gross.”
“And I’m not going out with anybody,” Kit said, grabbing another slice of bread. “I don’t have time for that sort of thing.”
“You know, that’s exactly what Sophia says about her brother. He doesn’t have time for a social life. The two of you are so alike.”