What? Had he never heard of that famous saying before? Remy scrunched up her eyebrows in confusion, weird. Anyway, there was no time to question it as they were currently mid battle. A battle where Remy was clearly winning, might I add. “Then talk to my face.” She said simply, with a finger snap. It wasn’t much of a burn but the way she said it implied that it was meant to be.

She snorted when one of her pillow throws landed square in his face, then covered her mouth to conceal any further snorts. She kinda felt bad afterward. Remy had stopped her throwing to see how this would pan out… and it all seemed to happen in slow mo. The splits, the rip… umm…

“Oops… Are you… okay?” Her hands were back on her mouth to cover up more laughing, then she tilted her head a little to look instead of rushing over. Didn’t want to compromise her position.

She must admit that his commitment to the game was impeccable.