"Don't touch my cowlick!" Brother Nan glared at Zhou Li, her expression both fierce and serious. "It hurts!"
"Okay, I won't touch it," Zhou Li coaxed.
"Touch me again and I'll beat you."
"Okay, beat me."
"Ugh, I want to eat the noodles my dad makes."
"Okay! Eat!"
"My new retractable baton is arriving soon."
"Why did you buy another retractable baton?"
"The old ones are at home," Brother Nan said. Is this person stupid? "You can't bring retractable batons on a high-speed train."
"I see."
"...Do you think I should buy a skirt to wear?"
"Okay! Buy!"
"But I've never worn a skirt, even when I was very, very small..." Brother Nan used the index fingers of both hands to gesture a very short distance. "I never wore one when I was little; I don't like wearing skirts."
"Then don't buy it!"
"But all the other girls wear skirts, and my mom says I'm grown up now, a big girl."
"Then buy it."
"You're an idiot," Brother Nan stated with conviction.
