Royal Amusement
'The Princess is not amused.'
Amara stared down at the pink shirt with silver lettering – and a crown over the 'P' – with a sad pout on her face. "I don't really act all that…arrogant…anymore, do I?" she asked, turning to her boyfriend.
Oh, boy… "I never thought you were arrogant to begin with," Lance said diplomatically, exercising his little used sense of tact. A bitch, sometimes – and you still are – but it keeps things interesting.
Magma sent her a boyfriend a Look– a Lookwith a capital L– telling Lance without words that she had a pretty good idea what he was thinking. She glared, then her face crumpled and she sighed. "But I do still act high and mighty occasionally," she admitted softly, fingers toying with the tag on the shirt.
Removing the infuriating shirt from his girlfriend's hands, Lance pulled her into his arms. "Princess, you're not nearly as bad as all that. No one's perfect, you know."
She snorted, lips turning up in the barest hint of a smile. "Maybe not, but I was more rude than I had any right to be when I first got here."
Lance chuckled. "You know…when Kitty first got here, she was afraid of Kurt."
"No way!" Amara gasped.
Lance nodded. "Way," he confirmed. "Avoided him like the plague, screamed when he got too near to her…"
Turning disbelieving eyes on her boyfriend, Amara said, "You're kidding."
"Nope," Lance said firmly. He blinked at her reaction. While he'd thought that his words would make her feel better, he hadn't expected her to laugh.
"What's so funny, 'Mara?" Lance asked once she'd calmed down a bit.
She giggled and smiled at him, saying through her laughter, "I was just thinking…now I'm amused."
Lance groaned at the lame joke.