We've got orange and there's apple and and there's some kind of berry juice that I liked when I was bigger but it doesn't taste very good and-

[She stops for breath, thinks through the conversation thus far, and remembers Libby's other question. The boy?]

I- um, I don't know his name but he called the other boy smelly when the other boy said girls smelled.

[She nods, happy with the retelling and then reaches out a hand to stroke Libby's wavy curls.]

I really like your hair Libby! It's like a princess!