"Uh...well...that's new...so...stop now." Words short and practically growled out, Bleddyn could feel her face heating to a visible shade of scarlet. Her right hand painfully folded into a fist at her side, but she couldn't quite bring it to slam into his face.
Caught somewhere between terminal embarrassment and rekindled hate, Bleddyn stared at him for a long moment more, then hurriedly shoved her way past. Pretty? Dyn? Where is he coming up with this crap?
"Yup, thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat's where I'm going," she mumbled guardedly, keeping her eyes riveted to the stairs as she fecklessly tripped down them.
Jessi looked up at Bleddyn. "I'll have to convince mom to let you keep that sweater, because you look great in it." She said, smiling at her. She stood up and washed her plate off.
