"Oh, I see," she said. Show tits to your
boss to get things. So it was more like a bribe, then? Why couldn't hard work and excelling be good enough for a boss? Actions and success were worth more than tits. Humans, ugh.
"
Gee Em? Right, of course." She didn't know what that was. In fact, much of what he said next didn't make any sense to her.
Arpee proposal? Premade character? Join the next meta? It was like he was speaking minipet to her. Panic was beginning to set in as she realized that he
expected her to understand. She was going to foul this up and she couldn't afford to. "Dragons and battles. It sounds very exciting," she said, latching on to the words she
did understand. "Crazy weapons? Cannons? Exciting indeed."
Wait a moment. Were they planning an attack? Battles and weapons? Dragons? Was
meta a human slang for
attack? She would not be surprised if they were planning an attack - they were little nuisances.
She needed to find out more. "My tits?" She blinked at him. Once again, he said things like he expected her to
understand. She had no idea who or what a Mimsy or a Caroline were and she had no idea how humans judged the quality of such things.
She could not answer this question. Panic was rising again; she needed to be the one controlling this conversation.
"Well," she said, dropping the boxes she held and making dust fly up, "I'm not entirely certain." She stepped in closer to the stinky man. "Perhaps you can tell me. I'm a poor judge of tits, but I'd like to know if they're good." Maybe she could use them to get information from her boss. As she reached down to pull up her shirt she continued, "I'd like to know more about this
meta as well."
The smile on her face was there because she imagined how much fun it would be to stab him in the neck, but she hoped it passed for pleasant.