He smirked at her and her middle finger, "you wish, yeah?" He couldn't say much, his handwriting was pretty shit. And he didn't go around writing on whiteboards all day and so on.
He scoffed at how roughly she'd snatched the board back, and watched as she angrily scribbled some more. She was writing so hard that the marker was squeaking at quite an obnoxious tone for his sensitive werewolf ears, but whatever.
Taking the board back, he looked at it, looked at her, then back to the board before holding it back out, "Right, then." He searched her a moment and then moved to open the gate, "I'm gonna get on the Ferris wheel." He motioned to it, "the blue car. The one between the two red ones."