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*whistles*

All aboard the Henshaw Express.

I am not being sure this is being good suggestion or bad suggestion.

He spread his arms.

You know you want to.

[Looks away, unimpressed.]

I am not thinking this is so.

Ahem.

Hank flung her high into the air.

Well, I guess I'll be going home now.

Woooo WOOOOO! *giggles*

...hey. You can already fly!

*pouts*

Oh.

Fine.

Get over here, woman.

*beams and bounds over to him, throwing her arms around him* Ya th' best, darlin'!

Oh, this I know.

Whoosh! Was that the sound barrier?

WHEEEEEE!

How long can you hold your breath?

*her smile widened* A few minutes, a lil' longa if I concentrate.

I guess we'll see.

He found an ocean to plunge into and did just that. They zoomed by frightened whales in the murky darkness...

*she looks around, holding on to him with one arm, waving at the poor whales with another*

Brightness returned gradually and then they burst free from the sea!

Catch your breath, my dear.

*she took a long series of breaths, then laughed, wide-eyed*

That...was awesome!

It was, and so am I.

How do you like the cold?

*nods* Absolutely.

I like it jus' fine! *grins*

Hang on tight.

*beams and holds on*

Like an Apollo Rocket, he takes her to the brink of the atmosphere in seconds.

*grins, very grateful for one one of her abilities which allows her to survive outside of Earth's atmosphere for a small period of time*

With a mighty heave, he hurled her upwards.

Eeeeeeeeee! *flies back and tickles him*

You aught to know better.

*bites her lip and smiles mischieviously before winking and flying back down towards the ground*

I don't know why you're so fond of being beaten, time after time.

You keep bringing it up.

Then what are you doing here?

I can't help hearing...

...well, that's what you better be talking about.

...what?

I already told you.

No rides!

I don't want any.