"Well, okay, then. I'm in, if you'll have me," she said.
"And besides, she has a huge crush on Sam," Angus teased her.
"Hey!" she said. "You weren't supposed to tell anybody."
"Anyone with eyes in their head could see it, Girl," Angus laughed. "It's written all over your face. Just don't expect me to let you two do any funny stuff for a year or so."
"Funny stuff? What sort of funny stuff?"
"He means no mating until you have permission to do it," one of the werewolf lads said as he got himself some iced tea. This boy couldn't have been more than 19 or so at the most.
"Oh. Why didn't you just say that?" she asked.
"Humans think they need to be more discreet with their words," he told her, taking a cookie and walking away.
"You need to just spit it out, Dude," Anise told Angus. Angus laughed.
"I thought I was," he replied.
"Maybe by human standards," she said.
"Anise," Phoebe called. "Let's finish up our planting. Come give me a hand." Anise set down her glass and obediently went to help her mother.
"I think she could be a bit of a pistol," Angus told Ruby, laughing. "I like her, though. She needs just a wee bit of polishing, but that would come, if Robert lets her stay. You watch. By Christmas, she's going to be outfitted entirely in black leather and looking something of a cross between a punk rocker and a goth warrior, and she's not going to know the meaning of the words 'limits' and 'boundaries.' Looks like I might have my work cut out for me, doesn't it?"