Re: Savannah/Marty
Savannah laughed at his answer. "Compliments will get you everywhere," she answered him, "and I'll be nice, and I won't point out the differences while you work your way to my brilliancy." She looked at him, thinking it over. "Like football? Do I get to tackle people? And run? And show them just how bad they are? I can do that."
She nodded. "I know, you care, but.... I'm not sure how to explain it. There is very little you do get worked up over, and don't tell me it's the job, because G isn't like that. He's always yelling and getting upset about things. I guess Sam isn't, but then he's got... like two expressions in total, so who knows."
"Something fun is good, although that Ultimate frisbee has potential if there's tackling involved," she answered.
Tilting her head, she pretended to think for a moment and then she nodded with a grin on her face. "Yes, I am, and eve that doesn't work. You don't get upset." Savannah put her hands around his neck, playing with the hair there. "See? Nothing happens. You're fine, I'm fine, and we can joke about other guys, because you're the only one I want. Even if he can play football better."