Aiden looked at her for a minute, thn let out a short kind of laugh. "Remind me never to badmouth cats," he muttered, jokingly, looking up. "Let me see. Ah...either, really. I think it depends more on their personality. I mean, you could have a stuck up girly girl or a polite tomboy. It's not as if girly girls are automatically nice and tomboys rude, you know?"
"I wasn't serious. I was being ironic." Mag rolled her eyes, not facing him as he talked, just kind of staring off in the distance with her head cocked. She was paying attention though, even if it didn't seem like it. It was just her way of listening better--although most people didn't seem to get that. She turned to him as he finished up, quiet for a moment as she let it sink in, then lazily dropped her head into his lap, looking up with a spaced-out, empty expression. "Was it on purpose?"
The history of the world, my pet
Is to learn forgiveness and try to forget
And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep living it
Don't look back till you're free to chase the morning