Cerulean Cape Gi[m]me all your crebz

She had, at the very least, cornered him and dispelled his dumbass logic. Whether or not he believed her didn't matter; she knew who she was and he was put in his place, at least for now. She wondered, she hoped that the boy would throw away his disgust and do the deed, but something about his face told her otherwise. She scowled, her itch thoroughly unscratched as the boy demanded that she catch a crab for her in order for his agreement.

It's a crab, addlepate. She hissed, offended that this random boy would dare make her do anything. And just for his confirmation? She didn't need his confirmation that she was a girl, she just needed him to shut up and fuckher mind his own business and worry about his own genitalia. Wot makes yew t'ink I'll just listen t'a little boy like yew, eh?