Annie just giggled and gave her friend a wink. Ah, to be young and hardly in control of your hormones (while having the general good sense to say no or not go for guys who were only interested in getting into your pants). "Well considering he's also a reporter, you two could have cute little metallic babies that make whirling sounds in their diapers. And of course I'd want to be godmother." She'd be just the sort to fashion a pair of wings and show up on prom night with the perfect dress and shoes or something. Hopefully she wouldn't have to worry about that or being "Auntie Nanny" any time in the near future. She considered asking, jokingly, if Penny was allergic to him and maybe that's why her breath was taken away. Eh... Some other time maybe.
"Yeah..." She wasn't sure of anyone who did leave the island, but then there were a fair number of people. You couldn't possibly know each and every one. "Jealousy issues for not even being good enough for the gossip page." She just frowned for a moment and tried to shrug it off. This wasn't supposed to be a night for being all down on anything beyond that sickening feeling you couldn't do anything about... Which could also be jealousy, but she'd think about that tomorrow... If then.
She stretched out a little, knowing she wasn't quite as good laying down but still tried just singing a blues song. "I want a Sunday kind of love. A love to last, past Saturday night. I'd like to know that it's more than love at first sight. I need a Sunday kind of love."