Chapter 4: Of Steam Rollers and Size As
"It was a good idea, using a Message Crystal."
"I figured he might toss a letter if it was from us," Piper said with a laugh. "Here's his response." She held up a white sheet of paper dotted with a few lines of text and a Cyclonian emblem at the top.
"Any, uh, packages come with it?" Finn asked with a snarky grin.
"Nope. Just a letter. Ahem: 'Storm Hawks: Yes, Cyclonis did prank me in a most undignified manner. I won't make you privvy to the details, but let's just say you won't see me in public any time soon. Fine, I will help you. I happen to know that she's going on a visit to Terra Bluster tomorrow. I'll see what I can do. Yours truly, the Dark Ace.' Oh, this is good stuff, guys."
"I wonder what size she is..." Aerrow mused.
"How would you know about that kind of thing?!" Piper exclaimed.
"Well, er...um..."
"Never mind. I don't know...Her chest is a bit on the flat side..."
"A bit?" Finn raised a blond eyebrow incredulously. "A bit? That's the understatement of the century. She looks like a steam-roller drove over her at birth. Either that, or her armor's just way too tight."
"Finn!"
"What? I'm just saying..."
"I'll betcha she's still in the A's." Aerrow grinned.
"I'm still in the A's, and you don't hear me complaining," Piper blurted.
"YOU ARE?" Finn and Aerrow exclaimed in unison.
"Yeah..."
The two boys snickered uncontrollably. Piper placed her hands on her hips and moaned. "It was a really bad idea mentioning that, wasn't it?"
"Ha ha...snicker..."
"If you guys mention that fact to anyone else in Atmos, or Cyclonia, or Terra Deep, or Bogaton, or anywhere, I'll see to it personally that you both piss purple for a week. Or two, or even three, depending on who you told!"
They have both fallen onto the floor with laughter. She rolls her eyes and leaves them to their insanity, wondering for what seems like the hundredth time why they don't have another girl on their team.