"Well I’ve just performed a jail break so I think that earns me a drink."
"What you drinkin’?"
"We can’t get too trashed. I mean, too much trashed."
"Nah, love. I’m already on my fifth glass of milk. We’re getting trashed."
"Today is my night off, so you might want to keep those little cups coming."
"Night off! Whoo!" He followed with whistle.
"Who?" It wasn’t surprising that Edie couldn’t place the name with a face. She had only been in Neverland for three years, and this girl looked to be older than that.
How was he going to word this? He probably should have thought about it before he’d decided to bring it up. James was probably the only one who was going to have a normal reaction to this.
“So – um – you know that girl I told you about before; the one that disappeared for no reason? Well apparently she had a very good reason. And her name’s Hazel.”
"No shit, Sherlock."
Edie had to refrain from shaking her head immediately at his request, the term “aunt Edie” sitting way too uncomfortably in her head. She wasn’t anyone’s aunt. She was twenty years old and she didn’t want to be a role model or a family member to any kid that was now going to be wandering around a gang territory that was filled with drugs, guns, and anything else that was definitely not supposed to be around kids.
"Who is her mom, even?"
Still aware of Edie’s disapproval, he averted her gaze to the confused little girl in his arms instead. He’d had hoped the mom convo wouldn’t come up; to be more accurate, but maybe if he whispered low enough she wouldn’t ask again.
“Um – Tay.”