Lost Creek Hollow Should've never ever ever forgot

The girl seemed shy, uncertain. Mae smiled softly, hoping that it would reassure her. I'm Mae, She watched the girl touch her own forehead and wondered if she'd never seen her own reflection. Your eyes are real pretty. Like sparkly pee.

Well, pee would be pretty if it sparkled, so Mae thought it was a fitting description. Certainly her flirting technique would improve with time; she was only five months old, after all.