Lock watched her bring out the basket. He'd already written off Shock's wrath as an inevitably. Might as well enjoy their date.

"Yeah, she's...got something going on at the moment, and doesn't want intruders peeking in," Lock said.

He took a seat on the blanket.

"It's temporary, and nothing personal," he assured her, "but like I told you last week - we [i]all[/i] have to be in agreement about who comes and goes."

He crossed his arms. Lock suddenly felt less guilty about ditching practice.

"Both of those jerks could have [i]at least[/i] told me you stopped by, though."