Even I have to

Scott's hopes are dashed as Hope backs away, refusing his request. The guilty half of him was glad his affections hadn't worked, but the other half of him was frustrated that nothing worked at all. He was stuck here, plain and simple. She knew him too well to give in and it stunk.

"I'm not hungry." His voice was quiet again, disappointed and defeated. His hand slips from hers and he puts both in his pockets instead. "I just wanna go back to my room." He starts forward at a slow pace, his feet dragging. "You do whatever you want."


Ty's eyebrows rise a little bit, a grin tugging at his mouth. "Uh, yeah... water is good." Following after her to get their drinks, he's still grinning. "Babe, huh?"

Leaning over her shoulder from behind, his face is right next to hers, the teasing glint in his eye. "I was thinking more along the lines of 'handsome' or 'cutie pie.'"

Unable to help a little laugh, he kisses her cheek before straightening up and ruffling her hair. "C'mon, hurry up, I'm starving, what's the holdup?"


Leo gives a little start, having not realized Cassy had joined him. "Yeah..." His voice seems to echo against the porcelain, his head still out of sight behind the toilet. "It just doesn't want to budge." He gives a brief grunt as he works with the awkward position.

Seeing Cassy's hand come around the other side, he takes hold of it, placing her fingers where they should be. "Grab tight there and.... don't... let it...." His wrench slips and his hand flies back, ramming the pipes that ran up the wall for the sink. "...slip." Catching his breath, he moans as the top of his hand throbs. "That was smart, Leo... really smart."

Moving around, his legs hit Cassy on the other side. "Oh, sorry." Trying to get a grip to slide out from the corner, his arm presses against hers. "Sorry again." Squirming and wriggling from between the wall and toilet, he moves around, coming up and hitting her other arm with his head. "Ah... sorry."

Breathing heavily, he just sits there a moment right next to Cassy and checks his already-bruised hand. "I'm gonna get that thing loose if it's the last thing I do." Shifting around to sit back against the wall, his food bumps her bottom. "Oops.... yeah." His face reddens slightly. "Aren't you glad you called the klutz for the toilet?"


Carson folds his arms and contemplates for a few quiet moments, watching Thirteen as she waits. He didn't like other people back here in the kitchen unless they had to be... he didn't even like his own sister helping him cook. So it had nothing to do with how he felt about a person - he simply had taken over the kitchen as his domain and he liked it that way. That didn't mean he wouldn't accept help when he needed it though, and it didn't mean he didn't have any soft spots either. The only concern he had was hibernation.

"Tell you what..." He purses his lips in thought. "For now, how about on days when I need more than two hands back here, I let you come back and help instead of Dani? She likes the tables better anyway. That way you can spend part of your time back here off and on, we can keep things going smoothly and I can teach you some more, too."

He looks at Thirteen's eyes with more compassion than he usually showed, along with a gentler tone. "I don't want you hiding back here, Thirteen. Even if it's uncomfortable to be out there, you have a lot to offer and you need to get used to being around people, okay? Even I have to go out and tend to the tables sometimes."