Kit grinned as Roadbuster introduced himself. "It's a cool name," she said. "And a name is a pretty great present when you don't already have one."

Turning back to the older boy, Kit continued. "And I guess that makes you Leatherhead, right?", she said, freeing her right hand from her food long enough to offer a handshake, fingers slightly sticky from the generous helping of blackberry jam she'd applied to her bread. "Nice to meet you! Not to often I find somebody who likes to eat as much as me."