Re: Marvel: Max & Ella
[She didn't ask. Door things and that slammed shut and sealed tight; Ella didn't want to know. Secrets were some kind of currency to buy yourself a headache and she didn't ask what trouble Brandon might have been in that meant secrets.] Got it.
[She beckoned to Elizabeth who came with her fingers suspiciously damp, wiping them on the hated skirt and she wrapped hands around skinny shoulders and stood there.] Sure. Otherwise, you want to join us for food, you're welcome to.
[She pushed Elizabeth gently toward the door.] We should go, get out of your hair. But it's good to see you, Max. [That was genuine, and the smile was uncomplicated: it looked like Max was more roots than thorns these days and even if McKendrick was an idiot, it meant something good.]