might be willing to lend him one. Might.

be somewhat grateful if she lent him one... Somewhat.

sighs. "I have one condition, though. You have to allow me to send pictures of you in it to every single nation."

blinks and scowls. "Nae. I r'f'se lass! I gaet me pr'de tae th'nk aboot!"

smirks. "Well, you can't have much pride to speak of if you're going to walk around in a skirt. Personally, I would think it would be more _

impressive if you walked around in a skirt. It shows that you don't care what others may think."

scowls. "Tha' was th' idea... Jus' naet 'ny ph'to ev'd'nce lass."

if he's scared. "Fine. Just pictures for me and my brother."

not scared. "Yer brither... R'ssia? Nae. Nae ph'tos lass. Jus' g've me a dr'ss."

shakes her head. "Nyet. No photos, no skirt."

growls. "J'st... J'st let m'b'rrow th' sk'rt lass."

sighs and pulls out the bright pink skirt with frills and lace. "My sister made it for me so you had better not get it ripped. If you do, _

I will return the favour to you."

looks at the dress and then back at her. "Yer... K'ddin' me, righ'?" He asked, an odd look on his face. "Tha's all ye gaet?

"*

smirks. "All that I've got that I'm willing to lend out to men who are too afraid to have their picture taken."

growls and takes it. "... Thanks lass... Fer naethin'..." He grumbles and examines it.

scowls. "If you don't want it, hand it back."

raises his hand up in surrender. "F'ne, f'ne.. I'll we'r th' dress... Bloody tr'll.."

(Sorry, but Bela, you just reminded me of Calypso, from PotC, "If you don't want it, give it back!" and Jack cuddles the jar of dirt XD)

(( I know, I tried to think of another way to write it but my English is failing me tonight. I thought the same thing XDDD ))

smirks and wonders if she would be able to sneak a picture of him.

growls and goes to put on the skirt, though he comes back soon and glares at her. ".... It's tae sh'rt..."

simply smiles faintly. "That's your problem, not mine."

twitches an eyebrow and looks at her. "Ye knae... Yer naet tha' n'ce fer a lass."

narrows her eyes. "I lent you the skirt, did I not? Even though you did not agree to my terms."

frowns and nods. "Aye... Yer righ' on tha' po'nt... Bu' st'll... W'y dae ye have tae b'l'ke tha' lass?"

crosses her arms. "Be like what? I'm perfectly nice, thank you."

shakes his head and looks at her. "Naet... Re'lly..."

glares at him. "How am I not nice?"

doesn't look at her in the eye. "Th' sk'rt fer one."

sighs. "But you wanted one, so I lent you one! That's nice!"

rolls his eyes. "Bu' ye w'nt'd p'ct'res fer it."

frowns. "I was just wanting to make sure everyone got to see! That's nice!"

's eye twitches. "Naet wh'n yer th' guy in th' dr'ss!"

narrows her eyes. "But I thought you wanted people to see."

"I dae. Bu' I dae naet w'nt ph'to's sae pe'ple can s'e m'we'rin' th' sk'rt fere'er."

glares. "Well then what was the point? "

"tae s'e if it's th's'me as a kilt lass."

stares at him for a bit. "Well, of course it is."

shrugs and looks at her. "Ye ne'er knae lass. They're d'ff'r'nt."

blinks. "It seems obvious that they are the same."

glares down at her. "They are naet th's'me lass."

nods. "They are. They are both things that you wear as bottoms and that both of your legs go in."

shakes his head. J's b'ca'se o'tha', it daes naet me'n m'ch."

stares at him. "No, that means that they are the same."

shakes his head still. "Nae. It daes naet."

sighs. "If it helps you sleep at night..."

stares at her. "Ye knae 'M righ'."

shakes her head. "Nyet. I know I am right."

"Nae. Yer wr'ng."

tilts her head. "How am I wrong?"

sighs. "Th' mat'ri'l o'th' sk'rt an' th' kilt's d'ff'r'nt.. An' th' w'y ye pu' i'on lass."

scowls. "That is not a valid difference."

glares at her. "Aye, it is."

shakes her head. "Nyet."

nods. "Aye. Dae naet argu' wi'h me lass."

narrows her eyes. "Fine, I won't argue. But you know that they are the same."

rolls his eyes. "Wh'te'er.. Bu' I'm righ'."

just starts to walk away, having had enough if him.