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Silas showed up dressed nicely - not Sunday nice, but a button up shirt instead of a t-shirt and some of his newer jeans, along with still-damp combed hair. Not that the last meant his hair would be anything but the curly mess it usually was in ten minutes, but he'd tried. The well-dressed image was rather completely destroyed by the incredibly ugly purple-yellow bruise in full bloom under both of his eyes and up the side of his left eye. While the nose had been set back properly several days ago, everything was still just a bit swollen. Silas hadn't been about for the week that any of the kids had seen, having been up and away from the street usually before sunrise and out until well after dinner. 

He knocked on Jordan's door and grinned when she opened it. "Hey, anyone else here yet?" he asked with slightly nervous eagerness. 

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Jordan turned from looking deeper inside the house to face Silas, swallowing a bite of sausage on a bun. Unlike Silas, she was still wearing the same shorts she'd worn to work, though she had changed tops into a straining tight, short-sleeved red and black baseball tee, and was wearing cross-trainers instead of steel toes.

 

"Yer the first, Si -" The huge teen began before she looked at him and noticed the state of his face. "What the hell happened to yer face?!" Her free hand knotted into a fist, hard muscle cording and twisting as she stepped fully outside the door. She voice dropped to a growl as she demanded, "Who did this?"

 

Somewhere Inside the house, they could indistinctly hear one of Jordan's brothers yell something to another. Jordan nodded towards the side of the house towards the yard then lead Silas there. If she brought Silas inside, her parents and brothers would demand to know what happened to Silas like she was. They could wait for the others by the yard, and keep Banner company in the meanwhile.

 

"Tell me who hit you, Silas," Jordan said, angry that someone had hurt her friend, as she opened the gate and whistled, the big, tan, Kangal Shepherd bounding over to them. "He'll regret it."

 

Jordan gave Banner a scratch behind the ears, the big dog leaning into her. When she stopped, he sat on his haunches, head canted as he regarded Silas, amber eyes guileless and empathetic.  Then he reached up a paw for a shake.

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I wish I could ride.

 

Quinn often thought that when she was on foot for whatever reason. As she crossed the road, she kicked a rock, stumbled, and barely caught herself. Falling on sun-warmed asphalt wouldn’t help her mood.

 

She didn’t want to go hang out with Dylan, and it wasn’t that she was mad about it. Her feet dragged, her throat had a huge lump in it, and her eyes burned. She dreaded each step that took her closer to Jo’s, and her mind tumbled over possible excuses.

 

They were her friends, and if she ducked out on them over Dylan, what kind of friend would she be? A cowardly one, at best. Given Silas’s interest in the Prettiest Boy in Blairsville, Dylan was probably going to be part of their group for a while to come. So she’d better get used to having him around, even as she dreaded spending time with him and Silas.

 

Jo and Silas were on her porch when Quinn first saw them, but by the time she’d gotten through the gate, they had moved to the side yard. Picking her way with care lest Quinn end up face-first in the grass, she made it to their side just as Banner offered a paw to Silas. 

 

“Hey, gu-- Oh, my gawd, Silas!” Quinn reached for his face without thinking, her thumb brushing over a yellow bruise. “What the hell happened to you? Did ya headbutt a horse?”

 

Silas started away from the touch, wincing in pain. “Ow! Don’t touch. And boys are dumb.” He didn’t seem inclined to elaborate.

 

“Boys?” Quinn frowned and smashed all her preconceived notions about Dylan together into a blender and hit “Enrage”. “Did he hit you? Did he?!” Her dread found a target and morphed into rage. “I’m gonna go get my horsewhip and--!” Words failed her as she spun on her heels, staggered to the side, and then straightened out to storm toward the gate.

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Meanwhile, coming up on the opposite side of the gate on her skateboard, in the same black tank and off-white shorts she'd had on when Evelyn had walked past her house, was Rochelle. She paused just outside, giving Quinn a quizzical look.

 

"Jesus, Quinjet," she said with a somewhat forced laugh. "I haven't even said anything yet. You're really jumping the gun here. I thought you were good at racing."

 

Only silence and Quinn's angry glare filled the space between them for a moment, and Roach wiggled the latch on the gate just to clear some awkward out.

 

"Okay, so...there is a controversial theory," said Rochelle unwillingly, "...that not everything in the universe is about me, or something. So...what's wrong? You can tell me. It's for science."

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Silas shook Banner's paw on automatic pilot, but he dropped it when his mind finally connected the dots that Quinn had jumbled up. "Quinn, wait!" 

 

He stopped behind her, hesitating as he registered that Roach was there. A little more softly, so as not to carry into Jo's house, he explained, "It wasn't Dylan. He's. . .," Silas flushed and glanced away, looking adorkable and utterly 15 years old. "Dylan's fine with me. . .," he glanced at Roach and flushed deeper, but he'd made a promise and he was going to keep it. "L-liking him. It wasn't him. It wasn't even about him." 

 

He was getting his feet mentally under him again; he scanned Jo's house to make sure no one was coming out to investigate. "I don't. . .uh, maybe not here? I'll tell you, promise, but it's. . .I don't want anyone else getting hit right now. Okay?"
 

15 hours ago, Rochelle McKendrick said:

Meanwhile, coming up on the opposite side of the gate on her skateboard, in the same black tank and off-white shorts she'd had on when Evelyn had walked past her house, was Rochelle. She paused just outside, giving Quinn a quizzical look.

 

"Jesus, Quinjet," she said with a somewhat forced laugh. "I haven't even said anything yet. You're really jumping the gun here. I thought you were good at racing."

 

Only silence and Quinn's angry glare filled the space between them for a moment, and Roach wiggled the latch on the gate just to clear some awkward out.

 

"Okay, so...there is a controversial theory," said Rochelle unwillingly, "...that not everything in the universe is about me, or something. So...what's wrong? You can tell me. It's for science."

 

“What’s wrong is Silas got hit by someone and is protecting them!” Quinn barked sharply, turning her glare on Silas. “Why aren’t you telling us?”

 

He glanced at Jo and then back to Quinn, saying low and urgently, “Because we’re supposed to be going to dinner and not dragging some idiot to the hospital. You can beat him up later.” He rolled his eyes and growled under his breath, “Comin’ from you, he might like it.”

 

“Dragging some idiot to the hospital sounds better than dinner,” Quinn hissed viciously. None of the kids hadn’t seen her this angry before; it had long been assumed that only animal abuse got Quinn this worked up.

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Roach glanced from Silas to Quinn, then back to Silas. For a few blessed seconds she was silent, her mind frantically assimilating the new pieces and putting them together.

 

Then she sighed and held her hands out, palms forward. "Okay. This is gonna need a flowchart."

 

"Quinn, don't worry. We'll get him. Let it breathe. Silas, congrats but Dylan's trouble. I know you won't care right now, but this way I can say I told you so later. You should head back over to the house. Seeing your shiner isn't helping Quinjet here. We'll hook back up with everyone before you go."

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Hank was almost late getting there.   Dressed in good jeans and a grey button-down, it wasn't best clothes, but a step up from his normal tee-shirt attire.    There was a commotion, and he could see the shiners under both of Silas' eyes, and he his face became an intimidating scowl, something the others had seldom seen him do.   Hank was the friendly one, he didn't really get mad, just abit annoyed from time to time.

He'd heard Quinn and Roach's last exchange, and nodded, the scowl fading to a simple frown.

"Okay, let's all take a deep breath.   Silas, you need to get that looked at.  If you want I can do that, though I don't have my kit on me right now.  The basics are the same, regardless."

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Silas shook his head, "I went to the hospital when it happened. And then three days later so they could set the nose," he said, carefully not making the face he would have had he not had a broken nose. "Did you know that? You have to wait for enough of the swelling to go down before they can set the bone back right. Or the cartilage? The nurse explained it but I wasn't really paying attention because he was touching my face while he talked." That memory did get a wince. 

He sighed, waving Jo over to them so they were finally all together. "Why don't we head over for dinner? We don't want to be late because I got a busted nose a week ago. I'll. . . I'll tell you guys what happened later tonight or tomorrow. I don't want to mess up Miss Evelyn's welcome dinner over it, okay?”

 

There were some looks exchanged but in the end everyone agreed and as a groups the kids crossed the fence and walked up Gumlog to where Clairburn's road connected.

 

Everyone had been so busy no one had noticed the amount of work that had gone into the old dirt road. While not paved it had been oiled and graveled and the gate had been finished. It was closed when they got up to it but it mysteriously began opening as they approached which caused them to pause until Roach spotted the infrared sensor and pointed it out. They continued on and once they arrived at the house proper they could see the amount of work had paid off and must have cost a fortune. The exterior as far as they could tell look as if it had just been built, the restoration was that good. The large fountain in the drive was bubbling spilling crystal clear water into the round pool it was quite beautiful.

 

They all crowded onto the veranda and Hank looked and didn't see a door bell so he knocked loudly using the screen door frame. Almost a minute passe and he knocked again, as he was finishing the knock, the door opened and there was Mr Clairburn in slacks, slippers and a light blue polo shirt. Perched on his nose was a pair of wire framed reading glasses. He looked Surprised to see his porch crowded with the local kids.

 

“Hello?” He said and while it was a greeting it was also a question.

 

Spoiler

Something tells y'all that old Warren didn't know to expect guests tonight 😛

 

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"Good evening Mr.Clairburn.  We met Evelyn earlier today, and after helping her get Isis down from a tree, she invited us all to come over tonight for dinner, but I'm guessing  that she maybe  didn't mention it to you?"  The state of the older man's dress was casual, and he clearly wasn't expecting guests.   "We'll leave if it's a bother though.  We wouldn't want to put you out or anything."  Hank's easy explanation and quiet offer to leave and reconvene when the homeowner was more prepared was pure southern manners, and of course pure Hank.

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"Sorry, Mr Clairburn," Dylans voice comes from somewhere behind the door Hank can see him coming out of the room on the right side of the foyer, "I was supposed to inform you earlier and it slipped my mind compleatly. Miss Evelyn wanted to get together with the neighborhood kids. She had me order Pizza. It should be here soon."

 

Mr Clairburn had turned away from Hank as Dylan spoke then back when the boy finished. "Well at least someone knows whats going on around here," he said. "Please, all of you are welcome here anytime, come on in Dylan will show you to the family room."

 

The kids file into the house offering their greetings to Mr Clairburn as the pass and follow Dylan into the family room which leads to the kitchens and dining rooms.

 

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Warren does not follow you into the living room but those last in line will see him frown and head towrd the back of the house. All of you are in the room marked Family

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Piano Song

 

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As the kids walked away from the Johannsen’s, Quinn’s phone buzzed in her back pocket. She ignored it for a moment, slowing her pace a little so she was close to the back of the group. Pulling out her phone, she checked her texts to find one from Keith. Ignoring the heat gathering on her face, she opened the message.

 

//Anyone tell you that you look nice in sunlight?

 

She couldn’t stop the smile that crossed her lips. 

 

//Yes, but I doubt you and my dad mean it the same way.

 

She didn’t put her phone up and her reward for that came quickly. 

 

//I promise you that we’re not thinking the same.

 

Butterflies exploded in her gut and for a moment, Quinn was able to forget where she was going and why.

 

//I bet.

 

//Where are you and your posse going?

 

Quinn sighed at the reminder of their path. Catching Roach eyeing her -- no doubt wondering what was so fascinating on her phone -- she hastily typed. //Off to Clairburn’s to play nice with the neighbors.

 

//Too bad, he sent right as they started up the dirt path, //I hoped you’d give me the promised riding lesson.

 

Quinn shook her head. She’d promised him that lesson when she was in third grade and he told her girls couldn’t be cowboys. Thoughts of riding reminded her that she had horse-related homicide planned for later. //Speaking of posses, I’m going to need you to saddle up once I find out who gave Silas that black eye.

 

//He won’t be hard to find, came Keith’s cryptic response as they went up the stairs.

 

//? was all she had time for before Clairburn answered the door.

 

Keith didn’t reply immediately, and Quinn quietly fidgeted through the niceties of arriving at the house and being escorted by Dylan. The remark that he’d ordered pizza at Evelyn’s request pulled the weirdness of this setup to the forefront of her mind again. And if Silas continued to be fascinated by the pretty-boy, then Quinn needed to know what was up. 

 

Her phone buzzed as she moaned to herself, Like I didn’t have enough to do. Impatiently, she followed Dylan into the house, waiting for a chance to covertly check Keith’s answer.

 

The room Dylan led them into was far finer than anything Quinn had seen before, and immediately made her uncomfortable in comparison to her family’s own blue country-style decor. Everything looked ancient, though nothing was rotting or falling apart. It looked like a Hollywood set of a Victorian room. Pictures of old men and women lined the walls, except for two pictures of a young man and woman. The woman looked like a relative to the other images on the walls, but the man looked like Ron Weasley and Harry Potter had a son together. Or maybe like Ed Sheeran had a distant cousin.

 

“Please sit down and make yourself comfortable. I’ll get the sweet tea,” Dylan offered the room with a smile. Quinn glanced down at her phone as he turned away from them and read the message from Keith:

 

//It was me. I hit him because he called you stupid.

 

What the fuck! Quinn felt her jaw drop.

 

Silas’s angry, “Quinn!” followed a second later and she glanced up to find everyone staring at her. “What?” she asked, wondering why Roach looked like she needed the world’s biggest bucket of popcorn.

 

“Well, I never had anyone express quite so much anger ‘bout being offered sweet tea,” Dylan said. “I could make ya some hot tea, or coffee, if that suits you better?”

 

“What-- Oh my gawd.” Her face went beet-red. “Was that aloud?”


 

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Roach emitted a girlish giggle and shook her head wildly, like she was trying to dislodge a spider or something, then favored Quinn with a bright-eyed grin. After nursing a simmering discontent, first when Quinn was ignoring her for texting some guy...which she inferred from the blush that had popped up on her cheeks...and then from seeing the garish displays of wealth in the Clairburn's house, here was something she could finally take some solace in. Pure, perfect Quinn dropping an eff-bomb on the hunky host.

 

Delicious.

 

"Yeeeeeeeeeep," she drawled. "Lemme guess. He's married? Been leading a double-life? Agh, come on! Don't make me hack it out of there. No one wants that!"

 

She paused, then admitted, "Okay, I kinda want it, but it takes too long. Just tell us. Who ya been jawing with?"

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Jordan had given Silas as pointed a look as Quinn had, but relented that he wasn't going to tell them who had busted his nose, not yet. But she would find out. She didn't get into many fights - mostly play wrestling with her brothers that sometimes veered into not being so much play - but she didn't need to, her sheer size and physique usually being threat enough. But she wasn't going to tolerate anybody hurting her friends...

 

Coming up to the Clairburn estate and entering the house, Jordan was glad she'd taken another shower after work, if a quick one, and changed her shirt. She still felt under dressed. It was about the fanciest place she'd ever been to and she was amazed at how quickly they had fixed the place up. All this stuff couldn't have been inside the place all the years the place had been abandoned, and still be in this good of condition, right? So, they just had all this stuff... somewhere, ready to move in after fixing up the place?

 

She barely noticed that Mr. Clairburn hadn't seemed like he'd been expecting them.

 

The big girl eyed the chairs in the living room dubiously before perching on the edge of one as they others took their own seats around the table. The chairs seemed sound and solid enough, her chair didn't even creek when she eased her full weight on it, but Jordan couldn't help but think the fine woodwork was delicate and that she might break it by accident. At the sound of piano music coming from another room, Jordan to leaned to the side as though she might have been able to see 'round one of the closed oak doors.

 

It sounded like live music to Jordan, not a recording. It wasn't really the type of music she listened to, but it still piqued her interest. As someone with no discernible musical talent she was aware of, Jordan was easily impressed with the musical talents of others. Her gaze cut to Dylan for a moment, about to ask him if it was alright if she could watch whoever - Evelyn? - whoever was playing the piano, when Quinn suddenly cursed out of nowhere.

 

Like everyone else, Jordan's blue eyes shot towards Quinn, staring at her in surprise, mouth dropping open in a mirror of the horse-girl. It wasn't that she hadn't heard Quinn curse before, but not out of the blue like that.

 

"Roach!" Jordan said, reproving of Roach's....Roachness.

 

"Yeeeeeesss?" Roach cooed, an impish grin on her widening.

 

"Uh..." Jordan had nothing.

 

Jordan glanced from Quinn's burning red face to the phone clutched tightly in both her hands, and back. She wanted to know what had made Quinn swear as much as Roach did, even if she didn't take delight in it as much she did.

 

"Er... I think Sweet Tea for us all's fine, Dylan. Thanks."

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Silas stood, nervous energy propelling him upward, and offered to Dylan, "I'll come help you."


"If you like," the pretty boy said easily with a smile for Silas. 


“Actually, if you don’t mind,” Quinn said tersely, “I’d like to help Dylan with the tea. As an apology.”


Silas wanted to object and shot Quinn a look, but he couldn’t really object to ‘I want to apologize’. He wanted to, but his parents had raised him better than that. Keeping his wistful sigh mostly to himself, he sat back down again next to Roach. 


“Shall we?” Quinn asked, waving further into the house. Once they were out of the Ed Sheeran Room, she said, “I didn’t mean to shout like that, and I am sorry that I did.”
 

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Rochelle leaned over and patted Silas' arm.

 

"Don't worry, buddy. You're in good hands, for I shall be your wing-girl. Together we'll make you two a thing. First we have to pick your conjoined name. Could be Silan, but I'm personally fond of Dylass. It's more lyrical. Possibly more descriptive."

 

Then she cut her eyes sideways to Silas and added, "Do you know what she was yelling at? On her phone?"

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The Family Room

At that moment the song coming from the closed music room ended on a single lingering note. The doors slid open a few inches and a black cat that some of the kids recognized slinked out. Isis peered round at the kids continued into the room where it rubbed across the back of hanks legs on her way to Silas and Roach where she satrted twineing between the two pairs of legs purring loudly.

 

The doors slid the rest of the way open and there was Evelyn, she was wearing the same dress she had been wearing earlier, White with blue flowers, and she was barefoot. He emerald gaze flicked from Kid to kid her expression neutral, then she smiled warmly.

 

"Sorry, no one told me you had arrived. Welcome to Clairburn House."

 

The Kitchen

Dylan snorted a little laugh, "I have heard worse, Quinn Hollins, and I am not easily offended, but I do believe that your friends were some what shocked by your outburst.' He continued preparing a large pitcher of iced tea which he placed on a tray and then collected some glasses. "So tell me, did you really come back here to apologize or to get away from having to answer the questions they was gonna be asking you?"

 

 

 

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“I did want to apologize because screaming cuss words ain’t what my momma taught me to do when I’m a guest,” Quinn said snippily, even as she realized her tone wasn’t regretful and wouldn’t meet her mother’s standards either. She took a deep breath and said, “I am sorry that I had that outburst in your house, and that I was checking my phone instead of putting it away like a good guest.”

 

“Thank ya for that apology,” Dylan said with a smile as he finished assembling the tray and turned back to her. Quinn got the unpleasant feeling from his expression that he was having a different conversation with her than what they were saying. It made the teen want to lash out at him again, but she clamped her jaw shut, aware she’d already embarrassed herself enough today. He leaned a hip on the counter and added, “Are you ready to face your friends or do you need a few more minutes?”

 

“They’re going to wait anyway,’ Quinn said, meeting his pretty, pretty eyes without blinking. “It’d be rude to discuss this particular issue when we have been invited for dinner. I’ve already been rude enough tonight, so we will discuss this later.” Or at least I’ll discuss it with those who are involved later.

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Hank smiled at the attention of Isis, though it was short-lived like that of so many cats, as she moved on to the others.   Evelyn came out and welcomed them, and he nodded once.    "Thank you for the invitation.   It's really come along nicely since the last time we were here."    

"You were the one playing the Piano? I didn't recognize the song, but it sounded nice."

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Silas had gone bright pink, dropping his head into his hands at Roach's reassurances. He shook his head at her question. "No clue-" 

 

He stood politely when the striking red-head made her way in. It was half proper Southern politeness and part chance to not have to think about 'Silan' or 'Dylas'. He smiled and held out a friendly hand to her, "Nice to meet you, Miss Evelyn. I'm Silas Walsh. Welcome to Blairsville and Walsh Road."

 

"Y'all have a mighty fine place, Evelyn," Jordan added. "And you lot fixed it up all nice and proper so fast after it being left alone for so many years."

 

The big blonde couldn't help but glance down towards the cat, though the table was in the way. She was definitely a dog person, and Banner wasn't allowed around the table when they were eating. Jordan supposed the cat might sense that or just smell Banner on her.

 

Jordan put the cat out of her mind and gave Evelyn a shy, subdued smile. "You play the piano real well."

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Rochelle gave Evelyn a wave. "Hey. Oh, you brought the star of the show..."

 

She quickly hunkered down and gave Isis an ear-scritching that was surprisingly gentle for anyone who thought they knew her.

 

"I know you're not here for anything but the food and the shelves full of shit to knock off, she said softly, "so I don't hold any of this against you, alright? When the revolution comes and burns all this down, you can hang over at my place. Figuratively hang, I mean."

 

Then Rochelle popped back up to her feet and looked around. Quinn and Dylan weren't back yet. "Okay! So! Maybe someone should check in on Dylan and Quinn. Girl knows how to geld."

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Evelyn looked a little bombarded from all side and as if on cue, Dylan, carrying a tray of glasses, and Quinn with a pitcher of iced tea in her grasp entered from the kitchen area.

 

“Well it looks like they both survived the experience,” said Evelyn as the tea was served.

 

She smiles over at Hank and Silas who were standing near each other. “I’ve been playing since I was five, my mother wanted me to become a concert pianist.’ She sighs wistfully. “That was ‘Got to believe in Magic’ by David Pomeranz. It’s one of my favorites.”

 

She looks past Silas’s shoulder to Dylan who had moved to stand behind the smaller boy. She frowned momentarily then a knock sounded from the foyer. “That must be the pizza. If you will excuse us. Dylan come help.” This last was said with a somewhat commanding tone.

 

The two left the room where they were joined by Mr Clairburn who paid and then all of them came back into the Family room carrying several pizza boxes from Twisted Pizza down in Blairsville town. “We weren’t sure what everybody liked so we got a bit of everything.” Dylan said as he went back into the kitchen to return only a moment later with a stack of paper plates and napkins.

 

Mr Clairburn opened and closed a couple of boxes then picked one u. “Okay kids I am taking this one for myself and leaving the rest for all of you. Have a good time and don’t stay up too late.” Then with a grin he left the Family room.

 

“I don’t know about  all of you, but I am starving,” said Evelyn, “don’t be shy y’all dig in.”

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Silas needed no more encouragement: the appetite of teenage boys was both legendary and in no way overstated. He helped pass out plates and then found slices of pizza - supreme -  to claim for his own.

"This is great. Much better than the last time we ordered pizza," Silas said. Then winced when he realized he'd just sorta referenced something they'd all agreed not to talk about. Trying to cover and sort of change subjects, he quickly added, "Thanks, Miss Evelyn. This was really nice of you. How are you liking Blairsville so far?" 

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"First of all," she said with a smile at Silas, "stop with the Miss, please,' she chuckled," just plain Evelyn will do. That miss stuff is a little too southern for me."  Her eyes cut to where Dylan was still standing near and behind Silas.

"As of Blairsville, I haven't really seen much of it at all except whats right around here. I just arrived yesterday." She takes a moment to take a dainty bite of pizza nd chews thoughtfully.

 

"I was very happy to find that all of you, kids my age lived around. Back home.... back where I was from,  there weren't any kids my age. I didn't have many friends." She says with a sigh, the sad tone of her voice giving the impression that 'didn't have many' meant none.

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Jordan might not have been a boy, but she was a teenager, taller and more muscular than any other boy her age she'd ever met, and was generally very physically active. She'd long gotten over being embarrassed about how much she ate compare to other girls... ,mostly. She usually had extra meals, rather than extra large ones, and didn't have pizza or fast food that often, but she guessed she could count today as a major cheat day. Y'know, to be polite and accept the generous hospitality being offered.

 

With no particular favourite kind of pizza, the huge girl selected slices from each kind of pizza available until her plate held a double layer of pizza slices. Jordan took a sip of iced tea, then started on the slice of Hawaiian while Silas asked Evelyn about Blairsville and the red head answered.

 

"Where are yah from, Evelyn?" Jordan asked, already down to the crust on her first slice of pizza, tanned cheeks reddening at how blunt that came out. "I mean, where did yah live 'fore yah moved here? If yah don't mind me askin'?"

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Roach grabbed three slices of pizza and then just nibbled at one as the conversation went on. Nibbled at one, and surreptitiously shuttled a second under the table to lure Isis in to gnaw at it.

 

There was a lot to watch was all. Independently tracking eyes, like a chameleon would have been nice. The weird little angst-triangle of Quinn, Silas and Dylan had one eye...Evelyn and her incoming sad tale had another. Roach contented herself with picking off toppings one bit at a time with her teeth, like popcorn, as she shifted her attention to and fro, watching and listening.

 

There was something weird about the Clairburns. She couldn't put her finger on it, exactly. Sooner or later they'd slip up though...

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