"Well that was uneventful", Shawn said as the group made their way out of the station.
"So what do you have planned for Lassie-face?"
"What makes you think I have anything planned?"
"Yeah", Gus interjected, "She seemed to be pretty fond of the Detective. I mean we all know he took an instant liking to her."
"Gus, you know Lacey as well as I do—she has something up her sleeve…or arm sock", Shawn paused, "what was with that sir crap anyway?"
Lacey just smiled as she got in the car. "Force of habit", she lied, "something I picked up at school."
"Why even bother lying to me Lace", Shawn sighed, "Well if I can't get it out of you, my father will. He doesn't stand for you calling anyone but him sir."
It was true, partially. If there was one thing she learned from Henry Spencer, it was you don't give someone condescending and cocky any respect unless they have earned it.
That is not to say be disrespectful, but to be courteous; polite enough just to get by. From the stories Lacey's heard, Detective Lassiter didn't particularly deserve the utmost respect.
Well, Lacey doubted calling him sir fell into the category of "yes you've earned my trust", but she was a self-proclaimed-somewhat-feminist-outspoken-individual all the while she always comes off like a perfectly polite young woman. Her calling somebody something as simple as sir normally meant a lot.
Lacey had this sarcastic wit that made her almost impossible to forget. She, unlike Shawn, found the perfect balance of sarcasm and tactfulness. She always knew when the situation called for it, and never came across as rude.
The majority of the ride was spent singing whatever 80's tune came on the radio.
"You spin me right round, baby right round, like a record baby, baby right round", Shawn and Gus belted out while Lacey just laughed.
Before she knew it they were at the home of Henry Spencer.
Lacey stepped out of the car and started in when Shawn put up a hand to stop her.
"Shawn-what the-"
"-SHH!- let the super-smeller do its thing", Shawn interrupted.
He looked expectantly at Gus.
"We're in luck tonight", Gus informed. "Smells like sniff steaks and sniff sniff mashed potatoes, corn, biscuits and sniff sniff sniff oOoOo apple pie with banana cream pudding for dessert—my favorite!"
"Dude, any desert my father makes is 'your favorite'", Shawn said.
"Well is it my fault that your father is a good chef and a mighty fine baker", Gus defended himself. "You just don't like it because he hardly ever uses pineapples."
"How can someone just ignore the most delicious substance-"
Gus coughed, interrupting Shawn.
"—Arguably, though I don't see how, the most delicious substance known to man", Shawn finished.
"Oh please Shawn", Gus stated, "If I had never gotten you that pineapple smoothie, you wouldn't even know a pineapple was edible. Up until the third grade you thought it was purely aesthetic!"
"First off", Shawn said, "I always knew you could eat them. And secondly, that's exactly my point! That smoothie opened me up to a world of fantastic…hey Gus?"
"Yeah Shawn", Gus was still transfixed on the argument.
"Where's Lacey?"
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"So where were they when you left them", Henry Spencer asked.
"Im fa medlm umpf uh dubt obut pnubbles", Lacey tried to answer with a mouth full of food.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you it is rude to talk with your mouth full", Henry asked jokingly.
Lacey rolled her eyes amusedly and swallowed before trying again. "They were in the middle of an intense—yet entirely pointless—debate on the delectability of pineapples."
"Sounds about right", the older Spencer said.
"Hey", Shawn said clearly affronted as he walked in, "it is not a pointless debate! It is one of the most pressing matters of our day…you guys started without me!"
It was true. Even Gus had a plate in front of him full of food, making steadfast progress.
"And there are no more biscuits lefts", Shawn whined.
"Hey man", Gus said, "you snooze you loose."
"Dude, let me have one of your biscuits", Shawn asked.
"No they're mine", Gus answered without looking at Shawn.
"Come on Gus, you have like seven!"
"I'm a healthy growing boy Shawn!"
"Boy—Gus you're practically thirty!"
"So", Henry turned to Lacey, ignoring his son's and Gus' bickering.
"Sooo", Lacey replied.
"Shawn didn't mention anything about you coming", he stated loudly enough for Shawn to hear it.
"Hey", Shawn said grabbing one of Gus' biscuits and shoving it quickly in his mouth, "She just sprung up on me too! OUCH!" Shawn exclaimed as Gus punched him on the arm.
"That was mine! Now I'm going to starve", Gus exaggerated.
"Starve, Gus you're on your fourth helping and I know you're saving room for dessert!"
Once again Lacey and Henry ignored the bickering.
"How's my favorite police-man" at the look Henry was giving her, Lacey quickly continued, "I mean ex-detective, doing?"
"As well as can be expected with the boredom that ensues from retirement. How's my little delinquent niece doing?"
Lacey looked offended, "I am NOT a delinquent!"
"You wouldn't be able to tell with the way you dress!"
To Henry's bewilderment, Lacey seemed to brighten at this, "Why thank you sir!"
Henry scoffed, "You know I hate it when you call me sir."
"I do", Lacey said with a self-satisfied smirk.
"But stop side-stepping the question", Henry got back on track, 'What brings you to Santa Barbara?"
"You're slipping Henry."
He gave her a pointed look.
"In all seriousness Mr. Spencer, I just needed to get away", Lacey divulged, "and I thought what better way to pass the time than spend it with my psychic cousin."
She winked.
Henry, however, was on high alert, "How do you know about that?"
"Oh come on", she mock-whined, "Just because you don't include it in your letters doesn't mean Shawn doesn't in his!"
"You won't tell will you", Henry was pretty sure he knew the answer, he just needed her word.
"Of course I won't—why would I", Lacey was shocked, "this has to be, like, the coolest career choice ever."
"Why did he tell you though", Henry was honestly curious.
"Well, thanks to your training, I can play the same little trick on my friends", Lacey smiled ruefully. "And he knows that my friends and I are all into the whole "supernatural" thing. Some more than others grant it."
Shawn decided to insert himself into the conversation, "Yeah, I stole some of the way I act during a vision from her."
He shot her a brilliant smile.
"Yours are a lot more intricate and drawn out than I recall ever doing myself", Lacey replied and stuck her tongue out at him.
"Well, you know I've always been one for the dramatics", Shawn replied.
Henry chuckled, "Who wants dessert?"
Immediately three hands shot up into the air.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
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