“We should have code names” Kiwi said, excitedly clapping
her hands as she clipped a spray painted tool belt around her waist.
“We should not
have code names” Britt glared at her.
“Code names would be really fun though! I’ve always
wanted a code name!” Kiwi took the brush from the dresser top, pretending it
was a walkie talkie. “Fruit Salad to
Barbie Girl, come in, come in”
“If we get code names mine is not being Barbie Girl”
Britt huffed. She helped Zeke adjust his bow tie that was disguising a
microphone. Zeke looked happy with the arrangement.
“You don’t get to
pick your own code name, those are the rules” Zeke said, zipping up the back of
Britt’s black cat suit.
“That’s unfair; I
want to be Fruit Salad” Kiwi complained.
“Is that because
your name’s Kiwi?” Ethan laughed. He twisted his shoe laces into a quick double
knot then turned around to help me with the clasp of my sash.
“No. I like the
sweet”
Zeke snorted which
caused a ripple of laughter around the room. “Fruit Salad is not a good code
name”
“And Barbie Girl
is?!” Britt slapped Zeke’s arm in mock anger.
“I never said that! Don’t slap me I bruise like a peach”
“Zeke’s code name
is now officially ‘Peach Boy’”
“That’s unfair!”
“You don’t get to
pick your own code name, those are the rules!” I grinned, giving Kiwi a high
five. All five of us had finished getting our gear on; now Britt was adding the
final touches to our make-up.
“Don’t come near
me with that blush, B” Ethan said, slapping away the make-up brush she was
waving in his face. “I demand manly war paint only.”
“I second that
motion” Zeke said.
“Are you sure you
wouldn’t prefer a bit of peach bronzer, Zeke?” Britt poked him gently in the
arm this time.
“I regret talking
to you all.” He said, but put his arm around Britt’s shoulders to prove the
opposite.
“What are our code
names going to be then?” I asked, applying my own version of Ethan’s manly war
paint. “If we’re picking each other’s then we need to be serious.”
“Code names are
not meant to be serious” Kiwi pouted, but agreed to the terms and conditions as
if she hadn’t read them.
“Kiwi, you can be
Tooty Fruity” Ethan declared, using a umbrella to knight her. Kiwi took the
umbrella then placed it on my shoulders.
“Meg will be Fruit
Cake” she smiled sweetly in my direction. “Nutmeg is a key ingredient after
all.”
“YOUR NAME IS
NUTMEG?!” Zeke shouted. Ethan punched him in the side. “Ouch!”
“Shut up, doofus,
you knew that already.” I held the
umbrella over Britt’s head. “I pronounce you Barbie Girl”
Britt looked upset
for a second before her face changed to a fake smile. “I am perfect, aren’t I?”
She flipped her hair in a truly cheerleader fashion then grabbed the knighting ‘sword’.
“Zeke, you can be my Ken”
“Ken is my code
name? I think I prefer Peach Boy” Zeke protested.
“OK, Wizard then”
Finally, Zeke
looked at Ethan and christened him ‘Action Man’
I gave a loud whistle once everyone had finished
cheering. “It’s spy time!”
“What a cliché.”
Kiwi giggled, but followed as I led the way out of HQ.
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