“If that doesn’t work, I’ll think of something else that will,” Renata came back with quickly. “Not all of us have brawn to use.” In the end she was going to survive, even if it was a joke that she’d make everyone around her do her dirty work; it really worked best to have Mason with her. She didn’t think that anyone could have her back like he did, honestly.
Surprising even herself, Ren caught the pillow before it hit her in the face and dropped it to the floor.. “Wanker,” she threw at him. “You’re just jealous because yours are boring blue and mine aren’t.”
Even the suggestion of surfing brightened her mood. It had been ages since she had been able to do that. “No joke?” she asked, her eyebrows almost hit her hairline with the question. “Didn’t think you were that sneaky.” How long had it been since she’d been up there? She was relieved that she hadn’t found them before Mason said something; the surprise was so much better.
Laughing a little, she didn’t let up even with Mason’s expression. “You’d let me walk out there with a target on my back?” It took effort to sound more concerned than she was. She had been in Haven for awhile now, if someone was going to target her for being Mason’s family they probably already would have. “That’s cold, Mase.”
It was easy for her to ignore the noise, she had heard it enough. “Could film something just in case,” she pointed out. “You never know when they might decide to grow a heart.”
“Only normal thing about you,” Renata retorted, “at least I have style.” She wiggled her toes absently, made sure not to shift the table at all. “I reckon the emo hair is a sign that his relationship is over, he always keeps it short when he’s dating.” Good riddance, Renata hadn’t liked who he was dating anyway.