Re: Near the Picnic Table
Laura had been watching Derek from nearby for a while, whilst in the middle of a few of the neighbouring werewolves who'd come out for the run - and she knew his game. She knew every move he was pulling, and she wasn't sure whether to roll her eyes at him, or just leave him to it. But seeing he'd finished another plate, and was already heading for the next, she quickly made her excuses, and moved away from the group, towards the grill, her plate in hand, reaching the fresh ribs seconds before her brother could, taking them herself, and watching him.
"I don't know why you arrange these things if you don't want to socialise." She said, raising her eyebrows. She nodded over towards one of the picnic tables, taking his plate from her. "Wanna split these?"