[ Katherine. She hasn't met her, but makes note of he name.

Skirting around everything they really mean goes against who Malia inherently is, or how she feels comfortable speaking, anyway. She makes a face, frowning. ] You...shared? A memory? [ Sounds weird. She doesn't like it. ] Literally or out loud? [ She's not misunderstanding his phrasing, is she? Does her phrasing make any sense? ]

The only actual boyfriend I've ever had is here, but doesn't remember being my boyfriend because he doesn't remember everything that I do. [ It's the truth, and it's not specific. She rolls her eyes, fingernails tapping on the picnic table. ] So maybe, but probably not. Hopefully not. I don't wanna wake up one morning and start feeling anything like that for someone who I never did before. [ Gross, as the look of disgust on her face says. ]