Brenda finally managed to sober herself, though she was still practically vibrating with suppressed glee, turning doe eyes up at the younger Skwisgaar, "Go ahead, try."
He eyed her a moment, then his older self, then rolled his eyes again, "Pfeh, whatsever." And he was gone again.
Brenda snickered, shaking her head, "You were kind of adorable when you were younger, even if you did look like a douche."