"It's about getting a man…" Phoebe Faulkner glanced around, then leaned close to Faye Ford's ear and whispered, "to make a baby with me."
"Pfft!" Even someone like Faye Ford, who had seen it all and handled everything with practiced ease, couldn't help but laugh out loud. "You, my dear, are unbelievably naive. That Lennox fellow has really hit the jackpot."
"That Lennox fellow?" Phoebe Faulkner looked at Faye Ford, confused.
Faye Ford patted Phoebe Faulkner's head. "Sweetie, if you want a man to make a baby with you, first, you have to pique his interest. You can do that with your eyes, your body language, your scent, or even the way you walk."
"You've been standing here watching for a while. Tell me, what have you seen?"
"Rubbing their feet on people, winking flirtatiously, and… twirling?"
"Exactly," Faye Ford said approvingly.
"So, is there anything else I should know?" Phoebe Faulkner asked, eager to learn more.
