Indie wasn't having quite such a hard time keeping a straight face. But then again, she almost always wore that little smirk at the corner of her lips and that up-to-no-good look in her eyes. It was as permanent a fixture these days as that bright pink hair of hers.
"Threatening to take away our pie, Jazz?" she asked with furrowed brows. She glanced at Tom and smirked, like she knew that really he was just along for the ride - and probably just as amused by Blues and Indie's shenanigans as they were by their own. It was Jazz who was all demanding of answers and wanting the kids to come clean about their business - when really, were it not for that nasty tabloid "rumor", they would have enjoyed their rest of their roadtrip-slash-honeymoon in relative silence and not broke the news until they got back to New York. Of course, then again, that would have just put more time between the deed and the confession for Jazz to fume over so maybe, in hindsight, it was better it came out sooner than later.
She watched Blues move across the room and let her gaze linger on him a moment as he leaned against the wall. Why take her eyes off of him if she didn't have to? But her glance turned again to Jazz as Blues leveled his question and, as discreetly as she could manage, she brought her left hand up to tuck a bit of hair back behind her ears, waiting for a response with no less than the same mischievous smirk on her face.