[b][i] – Kathy[/i][/b]

Kathy laughed at his whisper, glad that Crash saw another reason for her to be able to hold onto his wrist. Not long after sitting down, the third musketeer joined them along with another familiar face. “Hey Carmen!” Kathy greeted, happy to see her again. She blushed a little when Carmen gave Crash a nudge, asking him about what they had been doing, looking at Crash to see how he intended to respond to the jest. She wasn’t quite sure if she felt relieved or disappointed that he didn’t actually answer her. Neither? Both? She truly could not tell.

Smiling, she nodded at Lily when Crash re-introduced her. Talking to both Carmen and Lily she replied, “Actually, yes, we’ve met before. It was really brief, so I’m not sure if you remember me.”

Turning back to Alex, she briefly ran her fingers through her hair when he complimented it. “Thank you.” Though she knew he was still the same little boy from before, it felt odd to be talking to him in his older form. [i]‘He has the ability to grow older and younger at will?’[/i] She guessed, recalling how he had become an adult for an instant back at the Beach Olympics. Despite his assurance that he was fine, her smile faltered a bit as she repeated, “I’m really sorry Alex. It won’t happen again.” Had the blue-haired boy been in his younger form from before, she would have probably gotten up to hug him. However, she couldn’t quite bring herself to do that looking the way he was right now. A small and adorable little boy was one thing, but hugging someone near her age just felt awkward.

At the mention of being Alex’s mother, Kathy blushed a bit and glanced over in Crash’s direction. “It’s… A bit complicated. I’ll explain later.” She told the shapeshifter. Accepting a piece of paper as well, she looked down at the number she received. “Looks like I’m not the King this round either.” She answered Alex. She was actually quite relieved about it. The idea of having everyone staring at her waiting for some sort of ‘order’ from her was unnerving. “I’m surprised the principal would suggest this sort of game,” Kathy commented, hearing Crash’s murmur. “It seems a lot like… Truth or Dare. Not exactly the sort of game you’d want to play around your principle.” Glancing briefly at Mercy she added, “Or teachers.”