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Joan sat by the window, watching the Grace and Luke show with intensity. Adam strolled up behind her, interrupting her fervent spying.
"What're watching, Jane?" he asked, causing Joan to attempt to stand up, therefore causing her to hit her head on the top of the window sill.
"I was watching Grace and Luke," she responded, rubbing her head. "They just got here. They were just sitting there, talking."
"Scandalous," Adam mocked.
"They've got to be up to something," Joan theorized, ignoring Adam. "Why would they be just talking?"
"Maybe they just feel comfortable telling each other stuff," Adam suggested.
Joan laughed mockingly. "I don't see Grace telling my brother anything." Just then, the door opened and Joan shut her mouth.
"Hi, guys," Joan said to Grace and Luke, attempting to ease some of the awkwardness.
"I don't get you people," Grace spoke up. "What the hell's the big deal? So what if I want to make out with your brother, Joan? You're getting into Rove's pants and I'm not all weird about it." She paused. "Although I should be." She shook her head. "My point is, why are things so awkward now? It's not like we're different people."
"But we are, Grace," Joan disagreed. "When your relationships with people change, you change. You become more trusting or less trusting. We're changing every day, Grace. You can't say we're the same people."
"Wow. Perceptive," Grace mocked. "Listen, I'm not changing from the Grace Polk I am right now, so deal with it."
Luke sighed exasperatedly, running his hand through his hair. "How many times is that now that you've said that? I've told you already that I don't want you to change and I'm not expecting you to. I'm sure Joan and Adam feel the same way." He looked over at them for a hint of validation.
"Yeah, dude," Adam agreed. "If you weren't who you are, I wouldn't be who I am, and conversely, all of us would be different."
"Your logic is giving me a headache, Rove," Grace said, rubbing her forehead. "And I'm not a dude."
Luke suddenly leaned towards Adam. "Don't call her ma'am, either. Apparently she likes to appear genderly ambiguous."
Adam looked lost. "Is 'genderly' even a word?" Luke shrugged and a loud 'ahem' caught their attention. They straightened and looked over to Grace, who was glaring at them.
"Look, I know you say you don't expect any changes, but unconsciously, you're all expecting me to turn into some flowery little waif who waits for flowers or candlelit dinners or any other stupid cliché things like that," Grace insisted.
"How romantic," Joan sighed dreamily.
Grace rolled her eyes. "See what I mean? I don't want to turn into that."
Luke shook his head. "So don't. It's that easy. You're anti, remember? It should be a piece of cake for you. Now, come on. I'm hungry." He walked into the kitchen, leaving Joan, Adam, and Grace standing slack-jawed in the living room.
"I can't believe he talked to you like that," Joan gasped.
"Pretty sexy, isn't it?" Grace asked Joan before walking into the kitchen after Luke.
"Not funny, Grace!" Joan yelled back. She turned to Adam, shuddering. Adam laughed at her and gathered her into a hug.