Alex wore the smirk of many of twelve year old boy, both pleased with himself and mildly apprehensive that he had pushed her too far, sweeping the M&Ms into his pile. One or two disappeared into his mouth and he let his chair return to all fours.
"'Cause there is the ever so slim chance that I might be wrong," he said with a bright grin, "That and I love that charming look on your face."
He eyed the fridge door, hunching down slightly in his seat. He'd replaced the juice right? Had he even finished that? He had a dark suspicion there was a luke warm carton sitting half full of juice in his room. He pursed his lips together guiltily, taking up the cards and shuffling them. "You still in?"