"Bryce, just what have you been getting up to?"
My answer was a quizzical look from Bryce, who was entering the lounge from the opposite door, carrying a tray of drinks. He set a hot coffee down in front of Kurtis, who was settled in an armchair that nearly drowned him, and I fleetingly wondered how, with the extent of his injuries, Kurtis would get back out of it.
"Hillary – he thought it was you calling – seemed rather annoyed," I contined.
"Ah, well, I may have had a few problems operating certain household appliances."
"Bryce, did you flood the kitchen with the washing machine again?" I offset my weight to one leg, placed my hands on my hips and fixed Bryce with a humorous stare.
"Dishwasher."
I rolled my eyes, sighing, and flopped into a chair opposite Kurtis. He was chuckling quietly. Bryce handed me my drink and then settled himself down on the floor, cross legged in front of the coffee table.
"Some place you got here." Kurtis commented. I smiled, sipping my drink.
"Glad someone appreciates it." I eyed Bryce. He stared back at me, blinking.
"Your trailer," I clarified. "I notice it's back."
"Ah well." Bryce spoke in his usual exaggerated tones punctuated with accentuated breaths. "Hillary was driving me a bit...odd. Since, ages back. Didn't want to get it out of storage while you were still Dark Side on us, so I waited until you'd left. I still live in the house. My trailer just makes a nice Hillary-free zone, that's all. Doesn't smell of polish."
"Dark Side?" Kurtis enquired.
"Lara went evil on us," Bryce supplied. I glared, then turned to Kurtis.
"I had some things to work through."
"In Paris and Prague?"
The perceptive little – I balked, taken aback by the unexpected insight that was, in my opinion, just this side of inappropriate. In an obvious end-of-statement action, I stood, announcing that I was hungry, and would anyone like me to callout for Chinese? The others graciously followed my lead, Bryce jumping up to help me find the menus. We left Kurtis in the lounge, the look on his face as I glanced over my shoulder a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity.
My answer was a quizzical look from Bryce, who was entering the lounge from the opposite door, carrying a tray of drinks. He set a hot coffee down in front of Kurtis, who was settled in an armchair that nearly drowned him, and I fleetingly wondered how, with the extent of his injuries, Kurtis would get back out of it.
"Hillary – he thought it was you calling – seemed rather annoyed," I contined.
"Ah, well, I may have had a few problems operating certain household appliances."
"Bryce, did you flood the kitchen with the washing machine again?" I offset my weight to one leg, placed my hands on my hips and fixed Bryce with a humorous stare.
"Dishwasher."
I rolled my eyes, sighing, and flopped into a chair opposite Kurtis. He was chuckling quietly. Bryce handed me my drink and then settled himself down on the floor, cross legged in front of the coffee table.
"Some place you got here." Kurtis commented. I smiled, sipping my drink.
"Glad someone appreciates it." I eyed Bryce. He stared back at me, blinking.
"Your trailer," I clarified. "I notice it's back."
"Ah well." Bryce spoke in his usual exaggerated tones punctuated with accentuated breaths. "Hillary was driving me a bit...odd. Since, ages back. Didn't want to get it out of storage while you were still Dark Side on us, so I waited until you'd left. I still live in the house. My trailer just makes a nice Hillary-free zone, that's all. Doesn't smell of polish."
"Dark Side?" Kurtis enquired.
"Lara went evil on us," Bryce supplied. I glared, then turned to Kurtis.
"I had some things to work through."
"In Paris and Prague?"
The perceptive little – I balked, taken aback by the unexpected insight that was, in my opinion, just this side of inappropriate. In an obvious end-of-statement action, I stood, announcing that I was hungry, and would anyone like me to callout for Chinese? The others graciously followed my lead, Bryce jumping up to help me find the menus. We left Kurtis in the lounge, the look on his face as I glanced over my shoulder a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity.