The Yule Ball

"Why do you say that?" Elrohir asked

"He just is." SOnia seethed. "He thinks just because he's older than me that he always knows best."

Elrohir smiled. "he's just being a big brother. Don't worry about it."

"But it's stupid. He doesn't trust me. He thinks I'm so little and stupid, it bloody pisses me off."

"So I see." Elrohir replied. He rested a hand on her cheek and smiled. "How about we go and find something to fix that?"

Sonia blushed slightly. "I'd love too."

"Good." Elrohir replied. "What shall we do? I'm on my lunch break, so I can't stay long I'm afraid."

"It's okay. We can do whatever. Wanna grab a bite?" Sonia asks not mentioning her so called lunch was currently in Descartes lap.

Elrohir nodded. "Sure. Anywhere in particular you want to go?"

"Anywhere but there" Sonia says pointing to the restaurant that Descartes was in.

"You don't like the food?" Elrohir asked, looking at the resturant curiously.

"Uh, yeah, not my favorite." Sonia lied. She felt bad doing so.

"Allright." Elrohir shrugged. He pointed to another place farther down the street. "You like that one?"

Sonia nodded. "Yeah, that one's better."

Elrohir smiled and held out his hand to her. "Good."

Sonia took it. "Okay." she smiles. They turn just as Descartes came out.

"Good afternoon Descartes." Elrohir said pleasantly. "How are you?"

Sonia cringed.

"Um, I'm fine. You?" Descartes says.

Elrohir glanced at Sonia before answering. "I'm good. What have you been up to?"

"Nothing. I just had lunch spilled on my lap by a very angry sister."

"I have every reason to do that." Sonia argued.

"No, you didn't. That food could have hurt me"

"Quit being abloody arse wimp."