Cricket Creek Bog comme un boomerang

There was a moment where Niamh realized- all too late, of course- that perhaps he hadn't intended to be so foul- and that she'd made the horrible mistake of criticizing someone whose grasp of the English language had faltered, causing an unintentional double-entendre. She might have apologized, had she realized it sooner, but she'd already judged him too quickly, and had issued her threat. Her cheeks burned; it'd been downright rude of her to assume he was a filthy-minded as she'd interpreted, and all potentially because of a mere communication issue. 

Fortunately, she didn't have to apologize, which was just as well as she disliked having to kiss up to anyone. He chose wisely to avoid her challenge, and turned to run, kicking several flecks of bog mud in her direction, which caused her to snarl. She charged a few paces after him, snapping her jaws harmlessly in the air to make sure he got the point- before she turned, and headed back to the Copse.