"Are your legs injured?" she inquired, her thumb rubbing the back of his hand."Because I fail to see how a sprained wrist prevents someone from catching another person."
She held up their intertwined fingers and looked at him pointedly. "It appears that you already did catch me," she said. "So I really don't have much choice in the matter."
He let go, raising an eyebrow as if he was challenging her. "I will only catch you if you want me to, and now you have a choice."
She took a small step away from him, her eyebrow raised. "I don't really think you could catch me," she teased. "I'm too quick for you."
"Are you insinuating that I should chase you?" He crossed his arms. "And you are not too quick for me."
"Chasing?" She took another step away from him. "That's infantile. I would never suggest that. Plus, I have an unfair advantage."
"Well," she began, taking another step away from him with a cheeky grin. "I am much faster than you, and, as you've previously mentioned, you are injured."
He began taking long strides towards her. "Oh, come on. Are you going to use my injury against me? That's not nice."
She took steps backward until she felt the wall hit her back. She grinned at him and shrugged. "I would never," she said. "That would be dishonorable."
"Oh, I'm sure. I guess I got lucky this time." He raised an eyebrow, then just her cheek. "Which I am glad about. You can't escape today."
"Afraid not," she replied smugly. She leaned over to him and kissed his lips lightly. "I guess you're just stuck with me."
He instinctively put a hand below her chin as she kissed him. "I'm okay with that. You build pillow forts with me."
"Ach, no, I suppose we wouldn't," she admitted as they headed towards the meeting hall. "Although I swear, a couple more of these things and I'll go insane."
"You know, I'm sure they'd offer us a break after this meeting if we wrote a letter," he said, grinning slightly. "Especially after our last 'traumatic incident'."
