Mars frowned. “You only had to ask your parents.”
“But that’s just it. I shouldn’t have to ask, Mars. Dammit, I’m an adult and I worked hard and a lot of hours—I should have been paid what I deserved to earn. I know you guys persist in thinking of us as kids, and hell, I know you’re all ancient and in comparison, we are kids, but that doesn’t take away from the fact we’re mentally mature enough to ‘adult’.”
“We’re never mentally mature enough to adult,” Mars stated, a tad ruefully. “You think I don’t wish my dad was around still to ask for advice?”
She shook her head. “No, of course I know you would. But asking him for pocket money because you want a new dress is a little out of your comfort zone, no?”
He coughed at that. “Just a little.”
She nodded, and pressed her lips together. “At
