Cookout @ The Lake

[Eric James Stanton]

{desc=Tag; Staff & Students}

Eric had only arrived recently. He was just happy to be out of juvi. He managed to acquire some items from the town nearby. The school often sent out vans to nearby towns packed with students to acquire personal items. Eric made a special trip of his own so he could acquire a bigger item.

The trip to town took nearly an hour on foot. It was a little over that hauling back the box with his purchase. It was funny because he had been told if he had asked he could have been given a ride for it. He enjoyed getting to see the country side though. He wasn’t one to complain. Mr. Worthington was nice enough to support what Eric was about to do as he sent out a run for some items that Eric wrote on a list for the driver.

He finished setting up his bar b que pit just off the lake. He had even brought out a radio to blast some tunes. He knew a lot of the kids were feeling home sick. He just wanted to do something. This was their first weekend and he didn’t want to spend it inside aimlessly wandering around the building.

He was wearing a black t-shirt, a pair of black/white plaid shorts, brown flip flops, and a black bowler hat on. He put his sunglasses on as he plugged his mp3 player into the radio. He ripped opened up the bag of charcoal as he dumped half of it into the pit. It was a beautiful sun shining day, and he was ready to get this place rolling. The staff were kind enough to be helping as they moved a yard table over to him where he could set up his ingredients as he began mixing spices into the ground beef.

He learned to bbq from his old man and he didn’t buy those pre made pieces of shit. He lit the fire on the pit as he covered everything with aluminum foil. He was gonna prepare cheeseburgers, hot dogs, and a bunch of garlic bread on the pit. Some of the female staff were nice enough to make some potato salad, french fries, and other sides. This was gonna be a great day.

[Cory Paige Lennox]

Cory was comfortable today. Today had been a good day so far. It was a little bit weird for her to be away from home yeah, and totally taking some adjusting to being away from her mom. It wasn't terrible though, it was just different.

She spied something going on down by the lake, and she couldn't help herself. She threw on some clothes (having just gotten out of the shower), a green t-shirt with Mario mushrooms on it, and a little pair of green camo shorts with her trademark checkered Van's and headed down to the water.

Cory, dopey as ever, hadn't really noticed the preparations earlier in the day, nor had she noticed the little signs around the school, OR anything her teachers might have said to her about this little event down by the water. She was too busy with her head in the clouds. Indeed, the only subject she had ever excelled in was art.

Her still wet hair hanging loose around her shoulders, her short bangs just beginning to dry in front of her face, she adjusted her glasses and walked into the middle of the excitement, looking around. smoke, there was smoke... that smoke smelled like meat... Cory followed her nose to where Eric was preparing stuff and sniffed at the air a little bit. Bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet, she smiled and waved, a bright and slightly hyper twinkle in her eye.

"Sooo... I might be a COMPLETE idiot for asking you this buuutt....

[/b]" she began honestly, doing what she did and totally giving away that she paid little to no attention to what went on around her. "What's goin' on here, eh?[/b]"

Not a single fuck was given about her accent on that day.[/blockquote][/justify]

[Clarice Ferguson]

Digs, eh.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeees" She muttered to herself, jumping around her dorm room in excitement. Her first real party! School function or not she was more than a little stoked for this little lake party. Having spent most of her life hiding from the humes she didn't really get a chance to socialize. Or swim. So the chance to do both, and eat some ballin food? Oh yeah, she was there. She was there hours ago in her head. Regardless in the dorm room she threw on the swimsuit she'd stolen years ago, unable to resist. Over it she added some loose cargo shorts that rode low on her hips and an oversized grey v-neck. Who was she trying to impress?

No one.

Well.. she'd like to think that but truth be told she ached to belong somewhere. Remy was as close as she'd gotten with that. Grabbing her favorite towel, a bright as hell Canadian flag, and throwing on some sunglasses. The magenta haired mutant was out the door in a New York minute, happy that the weather was warm enough to actually partake in swimming. She was half running in her homemade batman Toms when she spotted all the preparations. She could already see other students showing up, some fully clothed and others in swim gear.

Good, she wasn't the only one ready to hope in the water.

Did she know how to swim? She couldn't remember. Guess she'd find out.

Clarice bounded towards the smell of cooking meat, and a smile spread across her face. For once those pupil-less green eyes even seemed to portray the fantastic mood she was in. She peered around the forming lake party, seeing a few of the staff members. Smiling to herself she found a nice spot by the lake, spreading that Canadian flag beach towel. She gingerly removed that frumpy grey shirt, ignoring the surprised looks from a few of the students. She looked down, thinking that maybe her top hadn't been tied tight enough. When nothing was amiss she still tightened those strings and laid back on the towel. Her knees came up, and she closed her eyes enjoying the heat of the sun.

She inhaled deeply, smiling, and enjoying the smell of charcoal and cooking meat. Today was bound to be awesome. Perfect weather, great tunes, and she could already tell the food was going to be just as good.

Hell yes.

[Angelica Jones]

Comfy in the sun!

"Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away
If you can use some exotic booze
There's a bar in far Bombay
Come on and fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away"

Angel was obviously in a good mood, singing to herself. The Sinatra music simply escaping her as she carried the stack of sweets. Her towel was slung over her shoulder and she tentatively held the three cakes in the carrier. In the other hand she balanced a platter of cupcakes, as well as cookies, in another covered stacked carrier. It was heavy. It was incredibly heavy. But she had been determined to bake up a storm to welcome the students with this little get together. Approaching the tables she hummed the tune to herself, setting down those stacks and opening the carriers to set out the sweets neatly.

She added a cover for each to keep away any creepy crawlies that tried to ruin her delights. She smiled to herself, her hands resting on her hips as she nodded. Her wild curls were left to do as they pleased in the soft breeze and every now and again she tried to tuck a few from her face. She was so pleased that the weather had accommodated this. She smiled to the students, nodding at them and offering some of the sweets. "There's plenty more guys, I've got two more cakes and a whole batch of cupcakes back in the kitchen."

She had, after all, spent the last three days in a baking storm. No doubt many of the students and seen her nearly covered in flour head to two at all hours of the day. She smiled to herself, pleased that she was certain she'd baked enough for the students that would indulge in them. At least she hoped. Otherwise she'd owe some students some personalized desserts. Not that she minded in the least. She moved, like a busy bee, helping everyone move more tables, chairs, refreshments. Whatever needed done she was more than happy to help. Shy she may be, but never useless.

She was doing alright, though. She hadn't stuttered once today, and her head was held high. However she did wonder if she should indulge in a bit of sunbathing, or swimming. Would it be inappropriate for her to do so? She didn't think so. Perhaps she'd ask Warren when he got a free moment. She paused a moment, parched, and grabbed a chilled bottle of water. Opening it and taking a long drink her green eyes danced over the shining faces of the many students partaking in this little soiree. She was glad to see such a large number of young people, having feared that it might turn out to be a flop being held by the staff members.

She was pleasantly surprised, and her beaming smile was enough to show it.

[Remy LeBeau]

Word travelled quick as it reached his dorm room that there was a cookout going on down by the lake. Remy opened his dresser but he already knew he didn’t have anything in the way of swim trunks. He thought about wearing a pair of shorts. He then realized he could just wear a pair of his compression brief boxer shorts. They were skin tight, but didn’t show much. It couldn’t be considered worse than what some girls called bathing suits.

He grabbed a pair of blue jeans with the knees ripped over his athletic shorts and a James Harden replica Houston Rockets jersey for a top. He tied the top portion of his hair back into a ponytail while letting the bottom half fall and then wrapped a bandana over that. He threw on his favorite pair of aviator sunglasses and made his way down out of the house. He didn’t have a towel like many others. He had done events similar to this in the rivers and lakes down south. He couldn’t even be bothered to throw on shoes or flip flops. This was the most down dressed that Remy got aside from working out.

He passed by one of the staff ladies. She was a well endowed woman with firery red hair. ”Lookin’ good mas chere.” as he passed by her taking a cupcake off her tray. He stopped by the ice chest grabbing a Sprite out the cooler, and heading over to the pit. ”Lookin’ good bruh.” The food smelled delicious and all it was really missing was Tony Chachere’s and some Jack Miller bbq sauce. Still there was nothing about this idea that Remy would dare complain about. He was a young man surrounded by a bevy of beautiful young women. Even the staff women were looking especially gorgeous. Despite being tasteful in their swimsuits Remy just couldn’t think of a better day as the perfect song came over the radio.

“Paradise City” by Guns n’ Roses

”And there is the most beautiful girl in school.” he said as he pulled his replica basketball jersey off tossing it on her. He took a look out over the lake as a strong amount of the students were already swimming and playing what looked like volleyball in the water. He was hopeful a regular game of volleyball might get started at some point. Remy was ready to hit the water himself but it was still early and he had plenty of time for that. ”May I claim this spot next to ma belle.”

**Ma Belle = My Beautiful in French**

[Eric James Stanton]

Eric looked up away from his food as a girl had come up to him with a question. She was quite a beautiful one for sure. He smiled as best he could as he held his arms out. ”I’m preparing a sacrifice for the Gods of the Lake. Nah just kidding. Cookout. Water, food, drink, hot girls in swimsuits.”

He paused briefly as he said that last bit. He made a guilty face as if he had accidently just said something he wasn't suppose to. ”Yea’ that was my plan all along. I wanted to get the student and staff all half naked. Maybe after turn this bitch into a orgy. I’m sure someone around here could make that happen.” He said jokingly giving her a smirk.

He wasn’t what you would call confident but he was very good at awkwardly cute or so he had been told. This wasn’t the first time he was away from his family but thankfully it was far better than his previous digs. He was eternally grateful to Mr. Worthington and Ms. Grey. ”They’re out buying more bread and drink right now. Some of the staff are making some side dishes and desserts or snacks. Just thought it’d be a good way for everyone to make nice and even better excuse for good food.”

This reminded him of back home with all his friends and family. They did this sort of thing often. He was not only committed to taking advantage of this second chance but he was committed to trying to bring everyone together as a family. After all there was enough hate in the world without them needing to hate each other. ”Hey Hot Pink! You want something to drink babe?!”

He had noticed her walk by without so much as a word and he was determined to get to know as many people as possible. Of course he noticed Remy make his way over there and figured if she did want a drink she’d ask him. He got along well with Remy after all they had played basketball a couple times and enjoyed talking sports. Eric wished he liked the sports teams back home but he really didn’t like many of the Georgia’s sports teams. ”Anyways, i’m Eric Stanton. I’m from Georgia as i’m sure the southern draw gives it away. How about you good lookin’? You don’t sound like the Yorkers.

[Clarice Ferguson]

Blink was far too pleased with the heat on her skin. So much so that she slipped her Toms off, not wanting them to dirty up her towel anyway. Which was silly. It was going to be dirty by the end of the day anyway. The radio was blaring and as Paradise City started playing she couldn't help but tap her feet to it. "Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty!" She sang along, her head bobbing slightly. "Oh won't you please take me ho-"

Shirt.

She looked back, having to arch her head and body backwards to peer at a very shirtless Remy. And wasn't that a sight! As much as she hated to join the raging hormonal fan club of his she could feel her cheeks flush at the compliment, but it did manage to make her smile even wider. But Remy was a ladies man, even if it wasn't on purpose. The guy was just insanely charismatic. Her eyes lingered on that bare flesh, thankful that having pupil-less eyes made it more difficult to see where she was looking. For most at least.

His everything else didn't take any of that charisma away either...

She threw the shirt back at him, sticking her tongue out, and scooted over some. She pat the empty space on her towel. "Plop on down, handsome." She teased, realizing a little too late that that was the first time she'd ever openly admitted she did find him attractive. For a moment she became shy, her gaze avoiding his. But screw it. He knew he was good looking. Why should she pretend she didn't? Oh right, she didn't want to be the braindead bimbos that were always gawking at him.

No instead she'll be the painfully aware of her attraction friend.

Whatever. And as a result of this new outlook her shoulders visibly shrugged. Once he'd settled she made the move to lay back down, her eyes pausing on his soda. Oh s***. That cook guy had been trying to talk to her, she finally realized. Hot Pink should have given it away, but half the time she forgot about her 'skin condition'. Blink turned her body, her hand grabbing Remys shoulder to steady herself.

"Throw a girl some Dr. Pep, ma man." She hollered over. She watched him grab a can and chuck it. And Blink grinned, catching it with one hand. "Like a boss!" She chuckled and hollered over, "Thanks, bud!" The magenta skinned teen put that cold can against Remys ribbs, hoping to make him jump. "Cold?" She said with a grin. It was amazing that deciding you could admit your friend was hot could help you let loose a bit. She popped the top on the can and took a short sip before setting it in the grass, spinning it a few times to make a little holder in the soil.

"This is going to be awesome." She muttered to herself.

[Cory Paige Lennox]

Cory listened as Eric spoke in an adorable southern drawl. Figured.

"Sacrifice to the Gods of the lake, eh?

[/b]" she repeated just a second before he went on to explain it was, indeed, a cookout. He went on to say that it was really just all a clever ruse to get people half naked. She giggled quite heartily as he mentioned that his plan all along was to start an orgy down by the lake. "Well, I'm sure the Gods of the lake would appreciate some of the awesome boobage that's goin' on around here today, buddy. No worries. I'm sorry your clever ruse didn't work on me.[/b]" She winked as a girl with bright magenta skin walked past and Eric offered her something to drink.

Well that was a neat towel.

"Pro..[/b]" Cory muttered as the pink girl caught the can Eric tossed at her with ease. She wished she could pull shit off like that. She was the biggest klutz. Ever.

The supercute boy she'd been talking to went back to smiling at her and explaining and asking questions. He was adorable. He was also obviously in his element.

"Nah, I wouldn't sound like them,[/b]" she said with a friendly smile. "I'm from Canada, the Great White North, eh?[/b]" totally hammin it up for comedic effect. She snapped back to her actually not-so-different accent as she continued. "Sorry, almost forgot aboat my name. I'm Cory Lennox.[/b]" She extended her hand to be polite, the little leaf on the heel of her palm (actually present on both hands) on prominent display, though she didn't give it any thought. For the moment, she'd almost forgotten that this establishment was what it was.

It all seemed so normal.[/blockquote][/justify]

[Masato Oshiro]

Masato had been busily working away in the kitchen making the small pastries that his fathers chef had given him. It was an easy enough one to follow, and it was one of his favorites. Running about as he put the last amount of them on the second plate, and coated them with sugar. Taking a deep breath Masato was happy that he had finished the last bit that he was going to need for the party.

Looking at the clock, he realized he didn't have much time and ran to get dressed. Knowing that he was going to spend most of his time in the water, Masato didn't bother dressing in more then his trunks, and his favorite visor. Grabbing one of the towels he had brought with him from Japan, he started to head to the beach, only stopping to get the plates of deserts out of the kitchen.

Popping one of the deserts into his mouth, he was happy that both the breading and the sweet bean past had both cooked perfectly. As he whistled a loud tune, Masato made his way to the lake, giving a off a loud whistle at the sight of everything. Setting the plates down on the table he could help but be amazed at everything. "Smells good." Walking past the student who was cooking, Masato spoke quickly so he could move to the shore. Spreading his towel on the ground, Masato ran back up to get a soda and enjoy the cook out.

((oaky here is the Masato of the day clicky and his towel. double clicky))

[Megan Gwynn]

Pixie was in a very good mood today. A very good mood indeed. She was all hyper and happy and excited and there was STUFF going on at the school today!

SHE LOVED STUFF!

Everyone was going down to the lake in their bathing suits and there was food cooking and she was sure very sure that there would be yummies there. She'd seen that nice teacher Miss Jones baking goodies and a boy too, but she didn't know who he was yet! There was already so much set up down at the lake when she stepped outside and flew up into the air to get a better look from afar that she was overwhelmed!

She'd already had her breakfast of pretty much nothing but several giant pixie sticks and gotten dressed in her super cute bikini, a pink and white striped bikini top and blue bottoms with a mock skirt that she just thought was so nifty. She loved her bathing suit. She didn't bother bringing a towel, no no no, because she did like that girl Crysta in one of her favouritest movies, Fern Gully and just spun up into the air when she wanted to be dry! She'd go out to the middle of the lake though, she didn't want to soak everybody!

She was so excited when she saw all the things being set up near the lake that she flew down there at top speed and she was looking around at all the stuff when she did. She was so excited and distracted that she didn't notice a young Asian boy coming up from the lake right in front of her!

"OH NO!

[/b]"

~*CRASH*~

Pixie hit Masato full force, sending them both flying back into the water, Masato flat on his back. As soon as Megan had her bearings she fluttered up, pulling him to his feet in the knee-deep water.

"OH GOODNESS I'm so sorry! I di'nt mean to hit ye I really should learn to watch where I'm goin'! Are you alrigh'? Do you need anythin' at all? What's yer name? How many fingers am I holding up?[/b]" Pixie wouldn't be much help right now, she was too flustered, waving four fingers in front of his face far too quickly to actually count.

She felt HORRIBLE but she was pretty sure he'd be okay. She hoped so anyway. If not then she'd help him every step of the way! She was a good friend like that!

clothing![/blockquote][/justify]

[Eric James Stanton]

Eric chuckled as she used her accent to make a joke. ”You sound Bobby’s Mom from that cartoon Bobby’s World. Don’tchaknow.” He opened his pit as the flames shot out. It wasn’t quite ready to add the burgers or dogs just yet. ”So...you like weiners?” He said with a shit eating grin. He was barely holding back his laughter.

He was still a giant man child despite his previous abode. He wasn’t one to let his surroundings change who he was at his core. He knew it’d be a few more minutes as he grabbed himself a Sprite, and offered one to Cory. ”Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Cory.” he said extending his hand over the table to formally shake.

He grabbed a folding chair and set it down behind him. ”Well I hope you enjoy the day.” He was a little disappointed figuring that she would wander off to partake in the festivities. He would be tied to the pit for the majority of the day. He was going to be cooking enough for both lunch and dinner. So he was going to be cooking a lot of meat before he’d be able to join in all the antics himself.

Fortunately he enjoyed cooking at the pit. He was a little sad he couldn’t get his hands on any beer but it was still good times. A lot of people were beginning to show up. The girls in their bikini’s were his favorites of course. It had been a while since he seen a girl half naked so he couldn’t deny he was perving a bit but not so much as to look like a creeper. He was just enjoying all the beautiful scenery.

He was at least doing his best not to check out Cory’s rack. She seemed like a pretty cool chic having earlier agreeing that all the boobs were nice. Maybe she was one of those lesbian types. If so that was cool. He enjoyed talking boobs with a chic. They were often good at telling you which ones were good and which weren’t. Really chics were the best bro’s to be honest.

[Remy LeBeau]

Remy laid next to her enjoying the feeling of the heat of the sun as it bounced off his chest. She put the very cold soda on him as she was leaning over him. She probably hadn’t realized just how close his face was to her breast. She pressed the ice cold soda against him as he jolted up his face pressing into her breast. He wasn’t really shocked by the soda but he felt like this was what she was asking for by doing so.

”Oh quite sorry chere. That soda is cold though.” He said with a smile on his face as he turned over onto his side facing her. ”You know you gonna have to stop breakin’ poor ol’ Remy’s heart one day being so mean.” He was enjoying toying with her. It was no secret she had a crush on him. He noticed how she glared at almost any other girl who even looked in his direction.

”So you just gonna lay here and look gorgeous all day?” He said knowing full well that just complimenting her so would totally blind side her. She was very easy to distract when it came to him. ”Or do you plan to try to make some friends?

Really he just wanted her to try to open up to some people. She kept isolating herself from everyone except him and she was seemingly getting shunned as much back. She believed it was about how she looked but really it was her attitude toward everyone. Remy was a sucker for helping a girl out. Even if she didn’t know she needed help.

[Vidar Anfinson]

Vidar finished stringing up the volleyball net on dry land. Personally, he wasn't feeling all that much like potentially playing volleyball in the water. Those games tended to occasionally devolve into something that was more wrestling. Given his background he didn't want to risk hurting one of the students by losing track of what was going on. Given his mutation he didn't want to risk breaking any bones in horseplay. However, playing volleyball on dry land was much safer for everyone involved. Less likely to lead to broken bones or lacerations.

Carefully putting a finger to the net he flicked it and was satisfied that it was taut and, therefore, ideal for volleyball. That chore done he turned and looked in the direction of where everyone seemed to be congregated. It didn't take long to spot Angel near the food tables. The big Norwegian knew he was going to be stuck at this event for awhile, as a staff member he would be expected to not simply pop out. The problem with that was that he really didn't like crowds. Too difficult to keep track of everyone at all times, too easy to be snuck up on or surprised.

The winged man did not like surprises. He also didn't like being without any knives which, at the moment, he was. Somehow he thought Jean and the administration would be angry if he was running around with weapons during a school event. Unfortunately, with the way he was dressed, there was nowhere to hide any knives. A black A-shirt, red swim trunks that hung down to just below his knees, and a pair of sun glasses didn't offer much to work with in terms of weapon concealment.

There was one sure way to make this event much easier to stomach and, with that in mind the winged man jogged in the direction of the music teacher with his towel, made to look like the Norwegian Flag, draped around his neck. If his plan also discouraged potential suitors from approaching her, so much the better. Approaching the food tables he paused for a moment and waited for an opportunity to speak to the curvy redhead. He still wasn't very good at the whole people skills thing, but trying to learn them seemed like a good idea.

"You're going get your towel dirty," he said, reaching out and tapping Angel on the shoulder gently, using the knuckles of his fingers instead of the fingertips where his talons were. If she jumped he didn't want to draw blood. "I'll take it over there and set up a spot before everywhere good is taken," he continued, pointing to a spot that was a little bit removed from everyone but still relatively close to the water, volleyball net, and in the sun. Vidar couldn't understand the sun tanning thing people liked to do, because he couldn't tan. But, judging by the number of tanning salons in this country, it was something people enjoyed. No doubt Angel would be a fan of it as well therefore saying he would set up the towels in the shade somewhere probably wouldn't fly, as it were.

[Ruth Bat-Seraph]

Ruth stood in the room she shared and looked at her reflection in the mirror as she prepared to go down to where the cookout was going on. She had seen the fliers hanging all around the school and understood on several levels. Pragmatically speaking it would be good to meet and make friends with some of her fellow students. If she didn't want to be stuck at school during the holidays, wanted human contact, and wanted to simply be included this would have to be done. On another level she wanted to learn as much as possible about the powers possessed by the other mutants that were living in this school.

On the other hand, though, she was beginning to feel that she stuck out like a bit of an extra thumb. The only swimsuit she had was a one-piece Speedo exactly like what female swimmers in the Olympics would wear, only with a blue and white color scheme. It was functional, but not fashionable. To that she had added a rather modest pair of gym shorts that were black and a beach towel draped around her neck that was simply solid white. A pair of sunglasses rode on her forehead.

She sighed, until she came up with a way to make money here she knew she needed to horde the cash she did have. You never knew when there might be an emergency. That meant that shopping for a different wardrobe was, quite simply, out of the question. She padded, barefoot, out of her room and in a few moments she was lowering the glasses over her eyes as she emerged out into the sunshine. Scanning her surroundings she decided to make a beeline for where the food was.

[Clarice Ferguson]

Blink grinned as he jolted, laughing for about half a second before a loud yip escaped her and her free hand came over her chest. She looked down at him with a half smile, half gaping. Her cheeks slightly flushed and she shoved at his chest. "Oh I'll just bet you are." She teased, rolling her eyes. Though, once again it wasn't something someone could see very well. She held a hand against her chest as he continued, gaping at him in mock surprise. "Mean? Me? I'm the mean one? Puh-lease lover boy." Blink laughed, shaking her head.

The magenta teen sat up, sitting cross legged while she stretched. Of course then he felt the need to call her gorgeous and she resisted the urge to giggle nervously. "I dunno, Rems. Think I might go swim at some point. I'll get hot eventually." She said with a shrug. Especially with you continuously hitting on me, her brain continued. "And I've got some friends..." She said shyly her hands tugging a few strands of grass up next to her towel. "I mean.. Austin. He's my friend. I robbed the dude blind and he's still treats me like his kid sister." She shrugged her shoulders, looking out over the growing group of students.

She wanted friends, of course she did, what teenager didn't. But there was always that gnawing feeling that doing so was just setting her up for disappointment. Family. Friends. Love. It was all just Hollywood make-up and special effects. In the real world there wasn't such a thing. You always got left behind.

Always.

It was a rule she had lived by for nearing 8 years now. The only exception to it had turned out to be Remy. And she attributed that to the fact that well he'd shown up in her life, left, and was back again. Besides being a loner wasn't so bad, other than the constant ache for wanting to belong. Lost in her thoughts she grew silent for a good few minutes.

She looked back at Remy, coming back to the real world. "We'll see, I guess, won't we?" She said with a smile. He always saw right through her. Which was incredibly annoying, and refreshing.