Firestone Hot Springs a strange respite from the cold

Runt couldn't stop staring into those handsome eyes as he spoke. She was slightly insulted when he called her 'proper'. To Runt, it was an insult. But at least he had acknowledged her. Does he like me? She thought nervously. When he said what not to call him, she chuckled. Sense of Humor- Check. Runt thought as a smile touched her lips. "I'm not usually proper. I'll usually call... you dude or bro. But I was... trying... to be respectful." She said. Before each word that was usually accented by her, she had to pause about a second to think about what it should sound like. It made it sound like she had some sort of slight speaking disability, which she realized was not that attractive. Oh well, maybe it was better than her slave camp accent? "I guess I'll call... you, hmmm... Magma?" She said with a grin. It had something to do with his eyes, one orange, one silver. It reminded her of lava and volcanoes and magma.