Lucy and I are splitting a ton-katsu in the school cafeteria. She is telling me about something a friend of hers did at school. "Blah, blah, blah. It was really fun." she says.

"It was really funny." I correct.

Her smile vanishes in a blink, and she glares at me with all the hate a seven year old can summon.

"I'm sorry, Lucy." I apologise, "I am too used to correcting people's English. Most people appreciate it. But I know you hate it and I shouldn't do it."

She keeps glaring at me.

"I was wrong." I say.

"You were wrongy." She says.