I'm Katherine...Plumber. It's a byline. It's a name that I publish under. And like someone said, "Power tends to corrupt" and absolute power, wait! That is genius! But give me some time, I'll be twice as good as that six months from never.
Boq nodded eagerly, quite happy to say just about anything he thought she wanted to hear. And he was; he was having fun. Despite the impulsive fluster and stammering around anyone of the opposite sex, Boq liked being around people, he liked crowds and groups and gatherings. It was a natural Munchkin impulse, and Boq basked in the collective enjoyment of everything.
Katherine smiles, as the room begins to get louder and louder. “What about the food?” she asks, trying to talk over the loud noise that surrounds them.
Boq’s grin only widened, his gaze fixed and hopeful. He’d never…sat so close to a girl before! He’d daydreamed about it, wished it silently from across the room, allowed himself to tentatively imagine it late at night. But he’d never been invited to-
He slid into the seat beside Katherine, hurriedly adjusting his tie as he did so.
“Yes, really,” she retorted. Katherine started to scratch her head, knowing that her review of the party had to be a good review. “So, enjoying yourself so far?”
Boq nodded encouragingly, as he always did. In many ways, he had conditioned himself not to care— at least, not outright— what any girl called him. She was talking to him! And that alone seemed worth all the mispronunciations in Oz!
Katherine smiled at him a little, then taps the seat next to her. “Care to join me, Boq?”
