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God, age me much. I'd say more like 20. Time is so... ugh.

Twenty? Really? I mean, she's sixteen and ...

Okay okay. Just teasing.

Okay shut up, it's 30. Ish. You so make me feel like an old biddy.

In my time you might be! If you're there. Though probably a hot one. A hot one that liked my dad...

Right, shutting up now.

Hot? [She beams right up until...] ... wait. You th...

OH. It is SO not like that. Like... at all. OMG.

Well, just the way you said things and all. I mean, why react like that. He's a good guy.

UHHH NO. He's FRANKLIN. I mean... yes, he's a good guy, but no! No. OMG no. He's Val's older annoying brother who thinks Jean and Wanda being together was the hottest thing ever and he was jealous of my mom's car and just... no. AND, and! He was retarded in love with Layla who was the biggest pain in the ass on the planet. NOT that I was jealous, 'cause I wasn't. Like not at all. It was gross when they made out all over the Baxter and just thinking about makes my skin crawl and...

And I am going to stop. [She winces.] I don't know what's worse. You thinking I had a thing for Franklin, or me rambling about how grossed out I am.

[Beat.] And before you even say it, YES, I realize this totally makes it sound like I did have a thing for your dad. And I didn't. Don't. Won't. Ever.

But but I wanna say it. Because you totally sound like you do. I mean, utterly sound like it.

I can really and truly promise you that I didn't. [She rolls her eyes.]

No, see. I had a thing for John... er, Pyro. But then he was gay and that got shot to hell... and THEN. Oh. Did I ever have a ridiculous crush on Bobby Drake. Man. It was BAD. Guess I just have a thing for blondes.

[He can't help but look utterly and completely amused.]

A thing for blondes, huh?

Well, yeah. I mean, first crush was Danny Jennings in like 7th grade. And then John, and Bobby... yeah. All bl...

[And her cheeks go a rather potent shade of pink.]

I... that wasn't... I mean...

I wasn't...

Crap. I give up. [Totally hides her face.]

[He stares at her, grinning.]

It's the Richards charm, isn't it?

Oh just shut up. [Yes, she is still hiding behind her hands.]

Don't get me wrong. You are hot.

... I really need to think about things that I say before I say them.

You're Franklin's KID. It's... weird. ... and I am NOT making this ANY better. God, please just kill me.

Oh no. No killing. This is waaay too much fun. I mean, you with the stammering and the confusing.

And the compliments.

You're pretty cute yourself.

[She groans into her hands before moving her fingers to uncover one big blue eye.]

I have just made a complete ass out on myself in what has to amount to record time. There is nothing remotely cute about it.

[Finally uncovers her face, still slightly pink.]

But thank you. You must think I am a completely dork now. Which, I won't deny, but... that was an exceptionally bad moment.

[Rico grinned, bouncing on the balls of his feet.]

Dork, maybe. A complete ass? Naw. Not even close. You're doing fine. You're just hot for me and old enough to be my mom. Very kinky.

I'm 20! SO not old enough to be your mom! Jerk! [She may totally have smiled a little bit at that.]

Here and now you're twenty. Maybe I should look you up in my time and see.

I'm not supposed to exist, so... maybe I don't exist in your time. I like thinking there's only one of me, since I WAS a figment on Wanda's imagination and all.

Do you believe that? That you're just a figment?

Well... I was, you know. I didn't exist before Wanda made me up. I mean, clearly she didn't like, delete me from existence, so I'm not just a figment anymore. But I'm pretty sure I don't exist anywhere else. At least... not yet.

Fair enough. But you are you now, right? She can't change that?

No, I don't think so. I hope not anyway. I think once she brought me here, I became permanent. Though... with everything Wanda CAN do, I wouldn't be surprised if she could.

I hope she doesn't. I mean, beyond the obvious but you're pretty nice.

Yeah, can't say I'm fond of not existing, either.

Am I nice? You know, I'm starting to think you've racked up EQUALLY as many compliments as I did. You were just better at it.