A girl a few years older than Lydia marched up to the stand. Her punkish attire stood out from the normalcy of the crowd around her. She smacked her gum and looked Lydia up and down, as if sizing her up.
"Cool dog," She said flatly, "Where'd you get it?"
Beetlejuice stood and growled softly from under the table.
"Cool dog," She said flatly, "Where'd you get it?"
Beetlejuice stood and growled softly from under the table.