I was dumbfounded, to say the least. Anyone else who talked back to the meme Police would be jailed, at least. But here was this sprite of a girl who seemed to only speak in rhyme. I tried fruitlessly to say thank you, but she held up her hand.
"'Twas the least I could do, to assist you two," she said simply. "Now, it's best to be off and on your way. You may attract trouble the longer you stay."
"I know. I'm on a mission for the Vocabulary Pope."
Both Symin and the other girl gazed at me in awe. "What do you have to do for His Eminence?"
"I have to find the creator of the phrase..." I broke for a moment, not sure if I should say it. So I resorted to spelling the letters with my hands.
The girl furrowed her brow. "So that's why they threw me off of the bus. I was texting, you see, and the officer kept looking over my shoulder to see what I was doing."
"The nosy birds, the Off'cers of Words," Symin said, shaking her head.
"But I don't know how I'm going to find the single creator of a widely-used acronym!" I cried in despair. "I only have a week, and I don't know where to start looking!"
"Perhaps a computer will aid you in search And help to stop anxiety's lurch."
"I have one you may use!" the girl cried excitedly, rummaging around in her bag and pulling out something not much larger than a notebook.
"Thanks, but I don't know if I'm allowed to have help." I ran my fingers through my hair.
"Did His Eminence say anything against it?"
"There you go. The problem is solved!" the girl exclaimed excitedly. "I'd be happy to help you!"
"I helped you, so it's only fair To join you with haste in the air," Symin declared.
"But it may help if we knew names," the girl suggested, extending her hand to me. "I'm Raquel."
"Yiorgios," I said, shaking her hand. "Now, we're going to have to do this quickly. We have a week to find the creator of The Acronym. Any ideas where to start?"
"It never really hurt to try Google," Raquel said, beginning to tap away at the thin touch computer she'd pulled out. "Let's try... 'lol+origin of.' That makes sense, doesn't it?"
"Make sense it does, To suggest that I was." I couldn't help but smile at Symin's peculiar way of rhyming.
Raquel's eyes widened. "Dios mío," she exclaimed. "I think I found something. She showed us the screen. I read it quickly (an enormously useful gift of mine in this area), a grin spreading across my face.
"Come on, you two!" I cried. "We're off to Calgary!"