Back at it Again (One-on-One)

"Well, that's what I'm doing! I'm just doing it with a stick with ink on the end."

* * *

"Hmph."

 

"Poking you with a stick."

* * *

"Hmhmhmhmhmmmm!" he called after her.

 

"Pen, stick. They're all the same thing."

* * *

"HM! Hm hm hm!"

 

"Not necessarily. Depends on what you use it for."

* * *

He stuck his nose in the air and walked away with a huff.

 

"To the unimaginative, perhaps."

* * *

(Time skip?)

 

"I'm sorry, sweet boy. I call it like I see it."

* * *

Arlo sat on the beach, his legs pulled up to his chest.

 

She was quiet, leaning against him before passing back his noodles.

"There. Now we're even."

* * *

Arlo looked up with a smile.

"Hm?"

 

She waved the pen.

"Last chance. I am an amazing artist."

* * *

"I'm starting," he said, reaching a hand up to her.

 

She sighed, taking his hand.

“I suppose it will have to do.”

***

“Hmph.”

 

The smile was in her voice.

“Should I?”

***

“Your two favorites should like each other.”