Hey guys! So, my White Collar withdrawal is getting really bad… Just in case you hadn't noticed.
Babysitters
Neal watched from the doorway as Peter tried to assemble a fan. "I think you've got the thingy backwards." He said helpfully. Peter just glared. "I know what I'm doing." He growled. Neal nodded. "Right. So why am I here again?" He asked. Peter sighed.
"You are here because I told you to be." He replied. Neal nodded.
"Right. Well, when you're done with that, I'll be in the kitchen with Elizabeth. She promised to make me a sandwich." He said, then was gone before Peter could say a word.
"So, Peter wants me to help him keep eleven ten year-olds from running wild?" Neal clarified. Elizabeth nodded. "Impossible." Neal said, then popped a chip in his mouth. Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you can do it. You'd be good with kids." She said. Neal grinned and shook his head. "No, I'm not." He replied, in the tone people use when they are remembering something. Elizabeth grinned and leaned against the kitchen counter. "All right, what happened?" She questioned. Neal smiled. "I was in Bangkok for various reasons, and ended up having to babysit five American kids. It was terrible." He said, shaking his head, "They didn't do anything I said, the guys kept hitting the girls, and they ended up throwing toys at me." He finished with a slight shudder. By now Elizabeth was barely holding back a laugh. "So, are you gonna tell Peter?" She asked. He grinned. "Are you kidding? This is gonna be better than cable!" He said. Now Elizabeth was practically in tears, she was laughing so hard. She laughed just as hard later that night when the eleven boys leapt on Peter and Neal, then wrestled the two grown men to the ground.