The idea that Edythe was seen as oustandingly beautiful by me, was obviously pleasing her. “Your assessment of my beauty is more pleasing than you know. All v... of us fail to look as attractive as I am to you. Hopefully you will live long enough to see that.” She said the last part purely as an attempt to scare me, but that ship sailed a couple weeks ago.
I blurted out without thinking, “-But your hole family is gorgeous.” My neck begain to reheat but I made a concerted effort to keep from letting it reach my face and bother Edythe. I made a mental note to ask Archie if I could borrow his scarf until I could get a replacement.
Fortunately I looked at Archie when I thought that because he simply looked at me and nodded. In addition, I saw that my neck was still an issue for Edythe, judging by the pained expression on her face. I took the scarf in my backpack and wrapped it around my neck. Which earned some curious looks from my human friends.
Edythe rewarded me with a warm smile with dimples. “I feel compelled to admit that being unable to read your mind made it that much more difficult to resist my obsession with you. The more effort I spent in knowing you, the more my affection for you grew. In addition... you maturity is well beyond even a lot of adults. Jeremy is even more juvenile when in contrast with you.”
That idea made me grateful for having put on the scarf. My pleased expression most have been what Edythe wanted because she continued in an effort to drive the point home, against my insecurities.
“Jeremy may agree with your assessement of my beauty, but it is important for you to realize that beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder. What you see as a perfectly beautiful body, most other men think the exact opposite.”
I scoffed at that idea. How anyone could think the opposite is beyond me. So Edythe continued by giving examples from the humans in the cafeteria. “I am too slender for him, he likes more athletic women. Red hair thinks my nose sticks out to far. The dirty blond thinks my hair is too short, which is a coincidence since I tend to agree with him.-“
I felt compelled to respond, “That is absurd, you hair is gorgeous.” Edythe was please with the heartfelt complement but also frustrated with the interruption.
“Raven hair fella, thinks my butt is to small. Brown haired man thinks I am too tall. That is fine because I tend to prefer taller men like you Beau. Red hair number two-“
I interrupt Edythe intentionally before her gestures drew too much attention from others. “-I get it Edythe, you have convinced me. The boys in this cafeteria are obviously brainwashed by Playboy.”
