Ironically, at least some of what Chéri had said was not wrong. And when having to confront all those suspicions, Chéri decided they needed a different strategy if they wanted to avoid a slow, excruciating escalation.
They stopped, tied their apron to their belt, making sure the seashells weren’t going to fall off, then walked to Wesley, arms along their sides, a sweet smile on their face “Am I under arrest? Did I commit some form of crime? Do you see anyone dangerous around here?” They stood in front of Wesley with the solemnity they had learnt from seeing a bishop once and bent their head slightly like a grand lady they had had the chance to observe at the opera.
As petite as they were from a close distance they displayed muscles that no child could possibly have, they had an Adam’s apple and even though their face was indeed very delicate and feminine at a close inspection it was possible to see signs of facial hair, even if it had been properly shaved off in the morning. Besides that, Chéri had actually giant feet for their stature.