"How do you know how experienced I am! I could've been swinging that thing since birth and you'd never know!"

"Aha but you have given your lies up in a few words, you liar," he gave her teasing eyes. "You don't have the muscle to have been doing that since birth."

"You wanna test that? Respectfully, I can bitch slap your ass across the room. If I wanted to." She added politely at the end.

"Not really but considering your size I don't think you would be able to get close enough to do that."

She gasped. "Are you calling me... short?!" She looked at Dutch in mock shock. "Did you hear him? I know, he has no manners."

He smiled absently. "Yes, I am, but I'll use a more wide-spread word ..you're small." He glanced at her. He'd been 'cooking' since they started bickering.

"I am NOT." She stomped over to him and looked up (all seven inches of the height difference between them) and put her hands on her hips. "No. You are just- tall. You're big! I, however, am fun sized. Not small. Fun sized." She huffed.

He looked down at her like watching a child. So pointless and yet so amusing. "I'm not that big, okay? gosh." He said with a sarcastic tinge. "I'll have to remember that then, fun sized." He teased.

She glared up at him and gave him a playful shove. "Don't look down at me like im a toddler, ass." She huffed and walked over to the bed, hopping back up and rubbing Dutch's ears while watching Luke.

You keep forgetting where we are hehe))

He rolled his eyes, taking a step back when she shoved him. He sat back down cross-legged by the fire (which is outside idjit) and tended to the fire more. He put his head in a hand and stared at the fire. He probably looked a bit depressed but he was just thinking.