Deeta let out a high pitched, "Eeep!" Running into the fence was a bad idea, and as quickly as she had started Deeta had to stop and turn around. The yard wasn't that big. She was wet, and cornered. But she still had the balloon in hand. Had her instincts helped to lure Peter this way? Maybe. Deeta was a lion at heart and didn't like to lose any pride. But it sure was fun when it was a fair fight like this was.
"Chicks do like scars, just not the tiny ones that have to be bug bites or branches. Show me a big scar," she challenged. Not disagreeing that he had a lot to brag about, she continued. "And plus, I like my water hot. You take too long in the shower!" She was laughing and threw the balloon, only to have it pop in her hand. Useless. Her jaw dropped, shocked.