Heh. ^^ Yep, you caught me, Raven. Blind spot.
There's nothing I know of in canon that goes one way or the other. In TNM, some planets have that tradition, and others do not. The SI is approximately 39% correct. :3
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"...and her muscle tone suggests mild amounts of physical activity. Given her age, clothing choices, and level of coordination, I suspect a combination of simple exercise and some form of dance."
Could be aerobics and dance, or could just be cheerleading. Still accurate.
"And how would you approach her?"
Okay, thinking Cinque is a cute Cinque. "Compliment her appearance, then move into discussing one of her interests. Shopping, possibly?"
Good lead-in, there. "That could work. Clothes shopping is typically a good option for girls like that. Your options are sort of limited by your apparent age- Sein would have an easy time dragging her off to talk about boys, for example- so that'd probably be your best bet. Still, well done."
This is pretty good lemonade, especially on a warm day like this. I should savor it.
"Thank you.
...wait. 'Limited by my apparent age', you say? What do you mean?"
Oh, right. Kids grow up faster here, so her being mature for her age wouldn't look odd. Still, she's sort of young to pretend romantic interest... "Um... I'm not sure how things are done around here... but girls your age generally aren't interested in boys where I come from." Smooth. Real smooth. I'm a veritable block of pumice.
"...Girls my age? Imma, exactly how old do you think I am?"
This could hurt. Still, best to be honest. "You look like you're somewhere between eight and eleven to me."
"Hardly." Oh, right. Cinque's not the sort to go straight to violence. Good. "I'm almost fifteen."
"BWAH?! What?" Well, there goes my lemonade.
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"I can believe that you thought I was younger."
You can't? I mean, look at- wait. Right.
"You shouldn't be so surprised. I'm fully aware that I'm well below average height for my age.
It can be... inconvenient... at times."
Yay for understanding sisters... but why would she think her size was inconvenient?
Nah. Too many reasons. Can't logic out the right one, so let's get her talking. "Why is that?"
"My arms, primarily. I would've liked to have had a longer reach."
That makes sense. She was pretty much designed to throw daggers, not wield them- being small would help with that.
...wait. I just had a grand idea. "Well, why can't you?"
"What?"
"I was eight when I started- now I'm ten. Why aren't you growing up, too?"
"Hmmm... you know, you might just have something there, Imma. I'll ask about it when we return.
Speaking of returning, it is getting rather late. We should head back."
"It is? Dang, you're right. I hadn't noticed!"
"...Imma?"
"Yes, Cinque?"
"Thank you for today. It was... most educational."
Wonder why she's blushing. Was that so difficult to admit?
"Any time, sis. Any time."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
There's nothing I know of in canon that goes one way or the other. In TNM, some planets have that tradition, and others do not. The SI is approximately 39% correct. :3
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"...and her muscle tone suggests mild amounts of physical activity. Given her age, clothing choices, and level of coordination, I suspect a combination of simple exercise and some form of dance."
Could be aerobics and dance, or could just be cheerleading. Still accurate.
"And how would you approach her?"
Okay, thinking Cinque is a cute Cinque. "Compliment her appearance, then move into discussing one of her interests. Shopping, possibly?"
Good lead-in, there. "That could work. Clothes shopping is typically a good option for girls like that. Your options are sort of limited by your apparent age- Sein would have an easy time dragging her off to talk about boys, for example- so that'd probably be your best bet. Still, well done."
This is pretty good lemonade, especially on a warm day like this. I should savor it.
"Thank you.
...wait. 'Limited by my apparent age', you say? What do you mean?"
Oh, right. Kids grow up faster here, so her being mature for her age wouldn't look odd. Still, she's sort of young to pretend romantic interest... "Um... I'm not sure how things are done around here... but girls your age generally aren't interested in boys where I come from." Smooth. Real smooth. I'm a veritable block of pumice.
"...Girls my age? Imma, exactly how old do you think I am?"
This could hurt. Still, best to be honest. "You look like you're somewhere between eight and eleven to me."
"Hardly." Oh, right. Cinque's not the sort to go straight to violence. Good. "I'm almost fifteen."
"BWAH?! What?" Well, there goes my lemonade.
*****
"I can believe that you thought I was younger."
You can't? I mean, look at- wait. Right.
"You shouldn't be so surprised. I'm fully aware that I'm well below average height for my age.
It can be... inconvenient... at times."
Yay for understanding sisters... but why would she think her size was inconvenient?
Nah. Too many reasons. Can't logic out the right one, so let's get her talking. "Why is that?"
"My arms, primarily. I would've liked to have had a longer reach."
That makes sense. She was pretty much designed to throw daggers, not wield them- being small would help with that.
...wait. I just had a grand idea. "Well, why can't you?"
"What?"
"I was eight when I started- now I'm ten. Why aren't you growing up, too?"
"Hmmm... you know, you might just have something there, Imma. I'll ask about it when we return.
Speaking of returning, it is getting rather late. We should head back."
"It is? Dang, you're right. I hadn't noticed!"
"...Imma?"
"Yes, Cinque?"
"Thank you for today. It was... most educational."
Wonder why she's blushing. Was that so difficult to admit?
"Any time, sis. Any time."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.