Firefly Glen up till dawn

"Huh?" said Alya, turning her head a fraction at the sound of Hydra's voice. Though highly distracted by the vaguely dad-ish wolf before them, she had to turn around at the strange tone Hydra was using. Though Alya was (arguably) the most enthusiastic about boys, she didn't yet have much experience with flirting.

Seeing Lyra's uncomfortable look, Alya shot Hydra a nearly imperceptible look. They'd have to try something else. "If you ever need to tell us apart, Lyra is the prettiest," she agreed, but then quickly drew the boy's attention away from her embarrassed sister. "I think I we should get married when we grow up," she blurted, too busy trying to save Lyra to filter her words. Her ears flew back in horror when she realized what she'd said. When I grow up? He's going to think I'm a baby! she berated herself, smiling thinly to try and veil her horror.