<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00"> Lilly May Johnson </span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Button</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/c9e624d3-8a57-4d03-be16-cb5a4f8fde13_zpsdff13db0.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lilly nodded, mimicking Ghost's serious face. <span style="color: #80BF00">"I'm six years ol'.“</span> she answered proudly, holding up six fingers to show her. Sam had since been quiet, watching the exchange with obvious relief. Lilly then pretended to think about Ghost's question, tapping her chin with her finger in an exaggerated fashion. She then stopped and looked back at Ghost, <span style="color: #80BF00">"You can call me Button!“</span> she finally said happily.<br/><br/>The woman was very nice and she liked her very much. She hoped they could be friends and decided to say so, <span style="color: #80BF00">"Will you be my fwiend?“</span> Sam chuckled, but tried to cover it with a cough. Lilly was not fooled however and shot him a glare. He raised his hands again, mouthing sorry. She hrmphed and he sagged his shoulders in pretend defeat. He often amused her by pretending she could boss him around, it helped her confidence a lot and she always listened when he told her to do something, so he didn't feel as if she would end up a brat. <br/><br/>Lilly jumped out if her seat, dropping to the floor to grab something. It was her snack bag and she pulled out a little hair clip with a butterfly. She stood triumphantly and held the clip up. She offered it to Ghost, <span style="color: #80BF00">"Here!“</span> she said.</div>