There was that ever-familiar moment of putting her foot in her mouth; Bea almost thought she’d make it through without doing that. “I’ve been told I have no taste when it comes to color palettes, so you shouldn’t take anything I say too personally.” She wasn’t trying to make up for her earlier comment, but she did feel bad about striking a nerve unintentionally. If the way Leah had mumbled a response was anything to go by. “You really don’t have to go through the trouble, but if you want to that’d be great. I’ll even promise not to turn my nose up if you bring me a pair that isn’t black.” Even she wasn’t bitch enough to be rude to someone doing her a favor.
Making a face, Bea laughed softly along with Leah. “That’s a cheery thought,” she deadpanned. She wasn’t sure she completely bought into the Zen portion of yoga, but she refrained from saying that. If Leah said it worked for her who the hell was Bea to argue that? And with so many people living in close proximity it probably didn’t hurt to have a few people around who bought into the Zen of yoga, or anything else. Living in such close proximity was difficult enough, having a bunch of hotheads around would just make it worse.
Nodding her head, Bea smirked at the surprise. “My mother thought it was the most proper activity I could do,” she explained, years later still unable to keep from rolling her eyes with the statement. “Most people think it’s just sitting looking pretty while the animal does all the work, but it helps to be flexible and have decent balance. You don’t end up on your ass in the sand as easily.” Leah was the expert, so there was no way she was going to argue the benefit of being flexible. If it helped her to eventually not look so lame trying to do the poses she’d be thankful for it.
“It worked for Mother Teresa,” Bea pointed out as she tried her best to remain straight-faced, feeling comfortable enough to throw the statement out without thinking that Leah would take it seriously.
Reaching up, she tightened her ponytail again, quirking an eyebrow at the mention of a kid; it was hard to keep track of which kid belonged to who around here, so Bea never tried to. “It’s almost opposite for me. Back in the city I had more to keep me occupied than trying to find supplies. Now though…” she let the statement trail off, figuring she didn’t need to elaborate on anything. “I definitely don’t have a kid to chase around.”
There was no way that she would think about bringing a kid into this mess, but she couldn’t say anything about the people who did; she figured there was always the possibility that some of them hadn’t made an active choice in the matter. Hell, it wasn’t even like she was Miss Perfect Choices; there was a hell of a lot that she could be judged on.
“It’s not so bad when you get going with it.” There really wasn’t enough charity in her heart to keep from snorting at the look Leah made. “If you came running with me I wouldn’t even laugh that much when you had to stop because of the wheezing.” She flashed a wicked smile. “If you cry though, that’s a whole ‘nother deal.”