Caitie chuckled a little bit when the other girl compared the Stones to her own family. “What's your family like?” It was an odd question, but she'd sort of opened herself up for it. Caitie didn't make a show of waiting for the answer, though. She just continued what she was doing, keeping a watchful eye turned vaguely in the other girl's direction. But she was curious. She wanted to know what normal families—or, relatively normal families—were like nowadays.
She chuckled when Maddie more or less described, to a T, her method of getting to Sing Sing, she nodded and shrugged. “No one things too much of a midget teenager trying to get onto a truck,” she explained. “I happened to be at Grand Central on the day of the fire. So I snuck on with a family. Everyone thought I was one of their kids and the family thought I was just a random stowaway. Worked out pretty well.”
“Darn.” Caitie frowned when her stereotype-free life plan was foiled. “Well, it was worth a try anyway. Peace is boring, though, so I'm kinda glad.” She smirked. Maddie continued talking and Caitie chuckled in response to what she had to say. “Actually, you totally fall into the rebel stereotype,” she pointed out. “Multicolored hair and B&E's? You should totally be the face of this place.” She paused. “Darn! I should've made that my flag submission thing!”
“Calling them celebrities is making them way more special than they should be,” she said seriously. “But the revenge plan definitely has my approval.” And to punctuate that, she smushed another bit of blue paint onto the wall.
She paused, trying to think of a way to recover Maddie's offense plan. “We could always do this,” she said, drawing stars on the wall, and a few red stripes below them. “Just to knock the point home that we're not trying to show French pride or anything.” She gave a little smirk and nodded her head. “Though if we'd left it French, he probably would've thought his perfect little sister did it and then we'd have been off the hook completely,” added thoughtfully to the end. It probably wouldn't have worked that way, but it was an entertaining thought nonetheless.
A laugh. “Beats the heck out of me. French weirdos apparently,” she mused, digging through the box with paint-covered hands. “They're kinda pretty though. I think I'm gonna take these. Ooh, look!” she picked up a necklace and dangled it in the air. “Diamond sparrow necklace!” She eyed it and smiled a little. “I think I want this. There's some other treasures in here. Sure you don't want a look?”