"Oh yes, very obvious," she laughed, throwing grass right back at him. "You're a bloody terrible liar, that's what I think!"
Damn butterflies were back again. That couldn't possibly have been his fault. "Don't say that unless you mean it," she chided, grinning. "I've been flying up against my brother and my parents practically from the day I was born. I feel more at home in the hair than I do on the ground, pretty much."
"You know," she added with a shrug, "I'd be on the team, it's just that I'm a keeper at heart. My brother's just damn lucky that he got here before me, or I'd have taken up his coveted spot," she laughed again, her hair falling into her face before she succumbed to letting herself fall back, content to simply lie beside him.