Writer's Note: A prompt from Morgeil again, a little follow-up to "Bet Me".
"Well," Graveheart said slowly, trying to break the thick silence that had fallen between them once they had both sat down in the Arrowhead. "That was...interesting."
Jade said nothing, her thoughts apparently focused on flying the ship. Graveheart found himself fidgeting with his fingers, looking down at them. "Uh," he tried again. "Don't you think that was weird?"
She said nothing, her eyes narrowed and fixed on the screen before her.
"Jade?"
She sighed finally, not looking at him as she spoke. "Honestly?"
Graveheart nodded slowly. "Yes, please."
She barked out a laugh, which startled him. "I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner, my friend."
"What," he answered, his voice flat.
She smiled at him, her eyes shining with mirth. "I said, I'm surprised that it didn't happen sooner. Femur has been nattering in their ears for weeks. The fact that they held it in for that long gives me hope for their diplomatic careers."
Graveheart stared at her, and she laughed again, harder this time. He was too surprised to join in.