Frank Hardy has a plan (ivegotaplan) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-05-16 22:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, anna of arendelle, frank hardy |
Who: Frank Hardy and Anna of Arendelle (With a guest appearance by Stefan Salvatore)
When: Mid-April, after this post
Where: Casa de Anna/Stefan/Lexi
What: Anna throws caution to the wind and invites random internet stranger over… so long as he brings her Chinese food
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete when posted!
Stefan lingered by the front door, fiddling with his phone. Anna had told him that she invited some random, internet person over, and he wanted to be the one to invite the man into his house -- or not. Stefan knew how important an invitation was, and how readily Anna trusted people. Sometimes to her detriment.
She was in the living room. Anna was. She was doing sit-ups in front of the television, then leg lifts, then getting up for jumping jacks and running in place. Stefan had tuned it out, really. Anna was a pretty active girl, and sitting for so long watching Netflix probably made her a little stir crazy.
The doorbell startled him, and he turned to pull it open with a curious expression.
Back in New York City, Frank would never have even considered bringing takeout to a random stranger he had just met over the internet. In fact, considering he was in an arguably equally sized conglomeration of cities, counties, and thruways, he probably should not be considering doing just that, much less actually picking up said food. It was a gesture usually found only in small towns or with extremely trusting people. Or both.
Apparently you could take the Hardy out of Bayport, but not the Bayport out of the Hardy.
So there he was, unsure just what to expect behind the door of said random internet girl. He had taken to call her Kimmy is head, based on the woman’s new obsession with the show. He felt it was better than Internet Girl, but that might change should he actually end up adding the show to his Netflix queue.
Frank had not been sure what to expect of the girl - Was she blonde? Brunette? Tall? Short? - but one thing he absolutely did not expect was for the person who opened the door to be male. He blinked, suddenly a lot more unsure about just what the innocent gesture of kindness had gotten him into. Oh well. Too late now. Might as well keep going down the rabbit hole. “Did someone order Chinese?” He held up the small cardboard box.
Well at first glance the guy seemed decent. He had the Chinese food. Or… a small portion of it, anyway. There was a loud thump that came from the living room, followed with an “I’m okay!” as (presumably) Anna sprung up from where she’d fallen over.
“You must be the Chinese delivery guy,” Stefan said to the other man, trying to hold back his amusement both at Anna’s thump and the look on the poor kid’s face. “Anna mentioned you were coming by. She’s in here.” Stefan pulled the door the rest of the way open, knowing Anna hadn’t technically invited the guy in. If he stepped over the threshold, Stefan would know he wasn’t a vampire.
Frank raised his eyebrows at the thump, but the man at the door did not seem worried, so he figured she was probably okay. He gave the man what he hoped was a non-axe-murderer smile. His mind provided him with the memory of that same look from the father of his prom date back in high school. He had absolutely no desire to relive that particular exchange. Best to get out of the line of fire and see about what had happened to Anna.
“That’s me.” Shifting the box to his other arm, Frank offered his hand to the man at the door. “Frank Hardy.” He had left a note on the counter for Joe, just in case he did not make it back before he got home. Or back at all. At least the recommendation from Veronica had held true. The box in his hands was filled with various containers of Chinese food and even he had to admit the just smell was making his mouth water. With another smile at the man, he tentatively stepped into the rabbit hole house.
Frank Hardy. Stefan reached forward and shook his hand, finding that this guy reminded him of days past. Something about him seemed polite, old-fashioned. And he had a fairly sturdy handshake. “Stefan Salvatore.” Then the hand was withdrawn, and the other man stepped through the doorway. Not a vampire. “Pleased to meet you.”
Anna looked flushed as she bounded from around the sofa in the living room. The petite redhead was grinning brightly, wearing some pajama pants and her hair up in a sloppy bun. She looked both relaxed and excited at the same time. “Hey! Hi! You must be… um, the internet guy. Sorry, that’s what I was calling you in my head.” She stumbled over a throw blanket that was piled on the floor, but managed to keep herself upright. “I’m Anna!”
“I’m Frank.” Frank’s smile spread into a grin as he spotted Anna. She looked like the epitome of Saturday morning cartoons. All she needed was a giant bowl of cereal to complete the look. It was too bad he only had takeout. “Although Internet Guy doesn’t sound nearly as bad as I thought it would. I’ll admit, I nearly had you pegged for a Kimmy.”
Now that he didn’t have Papa Bear Stefan eyeing him like a sloppily-dressed prom date, Frank began to relax. Network quirks aside, it was nice to know that some people were exactly like their portrayal on the data superhighway. “I think I managed to get everything you wanted.” There seemed to be far more food than one person could consume, but he was definitely not one to talk. He and Joe had done their share of fridge-cleaning once upon a time, much to Aunt Gertrude’s chagrin. “Oh! Except they were out of Chinese broccoli, so I got you the mixed veggies instead.”
"Frank. It's a pleasure to meet you." Anna beamed at being referred to as Kimmy. She would absolutely love to be Kimmy Schmidt! All those nineteen eighties pop culture references? How awesome are those!? Without commenting on it, though, Anna moved to the next subject. "Thank you!! You. Are. Amazing!" She motioned for him to follow her over to the dining room table. There were plates and silverware sitting there, along with some water bottles and cans of Diet Coke. "Mixed Veggies are totally okay. I love things green! ...and orange, I guess. And red? And ooh, yellow!"
Once at the table where he could put things down, Anna bounced on her heels. "This is amazing! Did I mention that you're amazing? I mean, it's just amazing! Ask for Chinese, and it shows up?" She grinned brightly. "Did I say thank you? Thank you! You're gonna eat with me, right?"
“The pleasure’s all mine.” Frank could not help himself; he laughed as he set the box down on the table. This girl was fantastic. He had never met someone so honestly excited about the simplest things. It was refreshing and humbling at the same time. He had been living with Mr. Doom and Gloom for so long that it was nice to be around someone happy. No, not happy. Exhuberant. Not that he would ever trade the time he had with his brother, but a little change every now and then was nice. “What about blue? And don’t forget brown. Brown is a very important color in food.”
He started pulling out the various containers, setting them by the plates. Frank had figured he would make his delivery, say hello, and then be on his way back to Joe with a few containers. Who invited delivery boys in for dinner? Anna did, apparently. “I suppose I can do that.” He shrugged. “I can’t stay too long, though. My brother would hate it if I ate his share of the food.”
“Oh my gosh, don’t get me started on blue! Blue food is the best! Like, blueberries? And PURPLE.” Anna put a hand over her heart as if she was swooning, then gave a laugh. “I love purple potatoes… and purple beets, and… man. I’m really hungry!” She started to dish up some of the Chinese food onto a plate, grinning brightly at everything he’d brought. This looked good. Better than the place she normally went for Chinese.
“You’ll have to put together his plate first then! Well, not plate, per se… but you’ll have to decide what he wants. Actually, I’ll just sort of dish up and then you can wrap everything else up and take it home with you!” Anna finished dishing up for herself, and then leaned back to watch him with the food. He was super handsome, so she didn’t mind that at all. “I have an older sister. She’s married, but we’re like, super close. So I get wanting to bring a nice meal home for a sibling!”
“Purple potatoes are definitely the way to go.” Frank nodded, going with the flow and enjoying the ride. “And purple grapes are also very delicious.” There were a lot of edibles that Mother Nature had not turned red or green for one reason or another. Technically, they’re every color except for red and green. On second thought, that particular piece of information might be a bit too much for the excited girl in front of him.
“Nice might be an overstatement. I’m sure Joe’ll be okay with leftovers.” Frank was certainly not about to let Anna take less of the food just because of Joe. That being said, he began to pile his own plate full of food. Reds, yellows, greens, and all. “Family is important. It’s good to hear that you’re also close to your sibling. Joe’s always been my best friend and my brother. It might seem strange, but it works for us.”
"Oh man, don't get me started on grapes, either!" Anna said, giving him a bright smile. She lifted a fork and started picking around at the food on her plate. All her favorites were here: sweet and sour stuff, beef with broccoli, veggies, rice. She couldn't wait to dig in, shovel this stuff into her face until the plate was empty. Until all those boxes were empty!
"Well, give him a big hug when you give him the leftovers. I mean, do guys do the big hug thing? I know I hug my sister a lot. We're sisters, that's what we do, right?" She speared some of the sweet and sour stuff onto her fork. "That's amazing! I'm so glad you're good friend with your brother. He must be amazing if you guys are so close!"
By the time the plate was piled high with food, Frank was starting to have second thoughts about whether he shouldn’t just order more food to pick up for Joe on the way home. The food was practically evaporating and his stomach was voicing its opinion on the matter as well. “Do we eat here, or…?” She had mentioned a marathon of some sort on the network, but he was not entirely sure he would not be lost if he tried to start in the middle of a season.
“Big hug thing?” Frank was not entirely sure what Anna meant by that. Sure, he had hugged his brother, but most of the time that particular form of affection was saved for reunions or the occasional “glad you’re alive” moment after one of Joe’s more dangerous cases...and occasionally a few of the stories he had pursued back in the City. “I don’t think brothers end up hugging as much as sisters do. But we are close, and I might even go so far as to say that he does have his amazing moments.” He winked.
“Oh yeah! C’mon,” Anna touched his arm then motioned for him to come with her back into the living room where they could sit on the sofa and eat their dinner. “Yeah, you know… hugging. Guys do that, right? I don’t know that many brothers.” She plopped down onto the sofa, turning to give him her full attention, just in time to catch the wink. And Anna’s cheeks went red. That was priceless.
“I’m glad that you two get along. You know? Family is so important.” She set her plate on the coffee table. “I forgot the water! Do you want one?” She asked and climbed up from the sofa to grab a couple of water bottles from the table.
“It is. I-” In the blink of an eye, Frank was left sitting on the sofa alone. He turned to try and follow Anna’s movements, but gave up once she left the room. How did she have so much energy? He felt like he was getting a work out just watching her bounce from place to place. Still, he couldn’t help but smile. He had known the woman for all of ten minutes and he could already tell that there would never be a dull moment as long as she was around.
He had been called old fashioned before, but this girl was more innocent than he was vintage. Innocent enough to give a complete stranger her address and invite him over for dinner. His aunt would be mortified. Suddenly he understood the Papa Bear look that he had received from Salvatore. Thank goodness she has a suspicious roommate! She definitely needed one in this dog-eat-dog town of broken dreams.
“Thanks!” Frank gave her a lopsided grin as he took one of the water bottles. He took a swig and then set it on the table so that he could focus on the food. “So tell me about this Kimmy show. What about it caught your interest the most?”
Anna couldn’t help but notice how handsome his grin was as she settled down next to him on the sofa. He was the old-fashioned kind of handsome--the clean, neat, traditional handsome that made a girl like Anna’s toes curl. She was the kind of girl who retained some of that child-like excitement and innocence (especially over boys), even as she gained more and more worldly experience. She’d done things that some adults had never experienced, seen things that would make sailors blush. But she was still bubbly, happy Anna. It was part of her charm.
She opened her water bottle as she thought about his question. “I see a lot of myself in Kimmy. She’s happy and optimistic, and nothing--I mean nothing--can bring her down. I want to be more like that.” Anna said, and reached for her plate of food, exchanging the water bottle for it.
Frank took a big bite of food and immediately had no regrets. “Delicious!” It might not have been as good as the little Chinese bistro he loved to frequent in Chinatown, but it was still quite tasty. He was trying to take Vanessa’s advice and not compare the food in California to the food in the City, so he corrected his previous thought with the fact that it was the best Chinese food he had eaten so far in Orange County.
“I think you’re plenty like that already, but we have only just met.” The woman was the bubbliest person Frank had ever met and he was finding it difficult to believe that anything would actually be possible of keeping her down - at least not for long. “So what does Kimmy do in the show? Is she a teenager in school? A mystery novelist? A detective for the local police department?” He definitely had a bias toward mystery shows.
“You’re so sweet!” Anna said, blushing even as she glowed. She was able to turn beet red and still light up a room with her smile. It was quite an amazing talent, that was for sure. Anna was definitely unique in a lot of ways. Her innocence combined with her enthusiasm made her an easy target, but watch out for that temper. “She’s… well, she goes through a couple of different jobs. But the main story is that she was locked in a bunker with a madman who was faking an apocalypse for thirteen years. Fifteen years? Something like that. So she gets out in modern times and makes all these 1980 pop references… that part’s really funny.”
She’s even cute when she blushes. He cleared his throat and waved away the thought. The thought was innocent in an of itself, and he was not thinking anything other than that, but he didn’t want to let it fester. Frank was not the skirt chaser his brother was - or had been, back before Iola - and if he wanted to make things work with Callie he needed to remember not to get into any more awkward situations. Like going to work for a news station that happens to also employ your professional crush. Callie had looked angrier about that bit more than she had at the idea of him accepting a job across the country without consulting her first.
“Wow!” Frank had not expected that. “That’s a pretty serious premise for a comedy. Then again, if they’re using a lot of 80s references, they’re likely going for an older audience, so serious comedy is probably a better appeal than the normal slapstick. You said she was locked in a bunker? Was she a part of some sort of cult? It’s amazing that she is still so upbeat after surviving in a bunker for that long.”
Anna nodded, turning her attention back to her food a little. Of course, she continued smiling over at Frank, and making eye contact as they talked. She ate bites between sentences and maintained a very ladylike visage the whole while. Anna definitely wasn't one to talk with her mouth full. She was raised much better than that. "There's definitely some slapstick in there. They make fun of themselves as much as other things, and it's all in good humor. It's really... I mean, parts of it are pretty dark, that's for sure. But it's got this weird, absurdist kind of humor, you know? Like non sequiturs and stuff." She paused for a moment. "Does that make sense at all?"
Frank almost responded with ‘Non sequiturs? I don’t follow,’ but stopped himself just in time. He had been told on more than one occasion that his lame jokes were, indeed, very lame and most people did not want to hear them. Instead he chewed his next bite thoroughly to give him time to come up with a new response. “It’s always nice to find a show that doesn’t take itself seriously. Especially when it lends to a comedic effect.” He paused for another bite. “I’ll definitely check it out when I get a chance. Do you have any other recommendations? I admit my Netflix list has been dwindling as of late.”
It's a shame. Anna would have loved that joke. (Either that, or she wouldn't have caught it at all.)
“Ummm, I watch a lot of things on Netflix, but to be honest, I've fallen behind because of schoolwork. I'm taking more than a full load this year.” She set down her fork and reached for the remote. “You want to see what I've got on my queue? It's not like I show just anyone my queue, you know,” she flirted. “So feel free to swoon.”
“Schoolwork! I used to love getting together for study groups to work on that. What are you going to school for?” Grad school had completely taken up his life, but he had loved every moment of it. Then again if Callie had not had some of the same classes, it was unlikely that the two of them would ever had dated in the first place. Joe had told him once that projects and homework did not constitute a proper date, but it had worked for them.
Frank grinned, setting his plate down on the coffee table so that he could take the remote, holding it as if it were a precious wand. “I understand. With great power comes great responsibility.” He winked at her, unable to stop himself from flirting right back. “You’ll have to keep my swooning a secret, though. My aunt would scold me if she found out that one of her nephews resorted to swooning in the presence of a lady.”
"I'm studying Art History." Anna beamed brightly. "And hospitality management, and some business... now that I'm mostly finished with my general ed stuff, I've got a whole world of possibilities in front of me!" She had to set her plate aside so she could get her bottle and sip from it. After being sheltered, sick, secluded, and then going to college, moving out of her childhood home, losing her parents, and buying a house on her own, she was looking at the world in a completely different way. "I want to open my own art gallery or museum or something some day. In the mean time, I'm exploring all my options."
And with that line (Spider-Man? Anna thought it was from Spider-Man) Anna gave a little laugh. "Your secret is safe with me, Frank. I promise. Besides, I'm not the kind of girl who tells." Satisfied with the amount of food she'd stuffed into her tummy, she bounced once on the sofa to bring her feet up and wrap them under her, settling back against the cushions with a bright smile on her face. How could she not be pleased? She'd just ate a ton of delicious Chinese with a handsome guy who'd brought it to her house for her. Life was good.
"Soooo. Like what you see?" She asked, again flirtatiously, motioning toward the television with a nod of her head.
“That sounds like a very admirable goal! I admit I don’t know very much about art, but all of those studies sound interesting.” Frank had gone through a da Vinci phase a few years ago that introduced him to a great many other Renaissance painters, but he had not delved further than that. Perhaps next week he would start looking into all of the Great Masters. It would be useful if he got sent to do a fluff piece on a street artist or gallery opening.
There was a wide variety of shows listed on Anna’s queue, but a few of them popped out at Frank. “Sherlock! Oh, that’s been one of my favorite shows since it first aired a few years back.” All previous thoughts had vanished as he turned to face his companion with excited eyes. Had she said something? Probably. He would ask her about it in a moment. He was a Hardy, and a Hardy was easily distracted by anything that hinted at a mystery. “Have you ever seen it? Their attention to details is phenomenal! I especially love all the nods to the original stories. For instance, did you know that in the first story, A Study In Pink, when you see Watson and his friend, Stamford, sitting in the park, the name on their coffee cups - Criterion - is a reference to the Criterion Bar, where the two of them met in the canon? It’s the small details like that which made me absolutely love the show - even if it is in the present time.”
"Well, you'll just have to come to my art gallery, and I'll teach you all about it." Anna beamed at that. She loved the idea that she could share art with the world. It was one of her passions--her parents had their own gallery, and Anna spent a ton of time in there when she was young, sick, and quarantined to the house.
At the sight of Frank's eyes lighting up, though, any thoughts of art galleries or her sickness or her parents were shot from Anna's head. She couldn't help but match his enthusiasm--which was normally easy for a girl like Anna to do--and brightened even more. "I've only seen the first season," she confessed sheepishly. "I didn't notice all the little bits, either, since I haven't read all the Arthur Conan Doyle stories." Again, she was a little embarrassed. She spent so much time locked in her house as a kid-slash-teenager she should have had more time for reading. "Do you want to watch one of those with me?"
“That sounds like a great plan to me! I’ll give you all the good press you could want for your grand opening.” That is if he had not managed to work his way out of fluff pieces by then. No, even if he had received a Pulitzer, he would cover her gallery opening. Some stories were worth doing himself, even if they were considered fluff. Speaking of, he would have to make sure to bug Nancy for her first interview once the manuscript had gone to print. If he spun it properly, he might even get camera time.
“The original stories were some of my favorites growing up.” Joe was a far better detective than Watson, but as a tall, lanky, brown-haired kid, Frank had once done his best to emulate the character in his investigations. He would admit he missed the days of the Hardy Junior Detective Agency, but he had been able to continue his love of mysteries by becoming a reporter instead. “I don’t mind watching them again. It’s always fun to see if I can find anything new each time. Oh! I promise not to spoil the story, however.”
Anna laughed a happy laugh. "You've got yourself a deal!" She wasn't really surprised how happy she was sitting next to Frank on the sofa, eating Chinese, drinking water, talking about the hypothetical future, and watching Netflix. This was the literal definition of "Netflix and Chill" and it made Anna ridiculously happy. Then again, a lot of things made Anna ridiculously happy. She was just a happy bean most of the time. Hopefully her positivity shone through like light.
"Play on, then." Anna motioned in a flourish toward the television, giving him permission to turn on the show. "I promise I'll try not to talk too much during, and I'll limit myself to only one or two questions per episode." They would probably only watch one before Frank had to leave, but Anna was positive. Always positive. "Though I can't promise I won't swoon myself." That Benedict Cumberbatch was a catch. ...and Martin Freeman had his charms, too.
“I don’t mind questions.” Frank enjoyed the whodunnit chase in a mystery. When he was putting together all the pieces he would usually get quiet as his brain worked overtime to figure out exactly what had happened. However, before that point he was all for discussing and bouncing ideas off of whomever happened to be around. Usually, that would entail his brother. Given her personality, he was sure that Anna would give an entirely different point of view.
“Ask away! I love hearing what stumps people and what little details they catch instead.” He selected the show and leaned back against the couch with the water bottle. “You sound like my brother.” Or, at least what he sounded like back in high school. Joe’s woman charming ways had taken a steep dive after what happened to Iola, but he had hope that eventually he would be able to become the charming, flirt-with-anything-in-a-skirt brother he knew and loved.
"Oh, thank goodness! Because I don't know if I can go without talking for that long." Anna grinned sheepishly. She didn't often go in for self-depreciating humor or talk, but she could absolutely appreciate her own needs and quirks. Being talkative was definitely one of those quirks. Hopefully it was endearing and not irritating. Especially when she was hanging around with a cute guy! Anna tucked her hair behind her ears, a little pink on her cheeks.
Anna's nose crinkled, though the grin was still there. "Your brother fancies Benedict Cumberbatch?" She asked, mostly teasing. But who knew? His brother could have been that way. Anna wasn't one to judge.
“That’s the benefit of watching movies at home, instead of at the movies: you get to talk and not feel guilty about disturbing the rest of the theater.” There was something to be said about the movie theater experience, however. Frank loved the atmosphere of a movie cinema. The popcorn, the anticipation of entertainment, using the darkness as an excuse to whisper to the person beside you...Yep. Frank definitely enjoyed the movies.
“What? No!” The confused look on Frank’s face was quickly followed by one of realization. “Oh! I meant, he was always swooning over the pretty girls, whether in movies or in real life.” Come to think of it, he should see about trying to get that smile back on his brother’s face, even if it was being faked. He would have to thank Anna later for giving him the idea, if it worked.
"Absolutely!" Anna was probably one of those people who got dirty looks in a movie theater, but most of the time she didn't notice. She'd spent so much of her life living in her house and not watching movies with a big, theater audience, that she didn't really know all the etiquette. But hey, cuddling close and whispering with someone you're out with was fun. Secretive, playful, or romantic, it was often fun. Anna loved movies, too. All kinds. She liked the popcorn and the soda, the candy and the previews, getting lost in the story and emoting with the characters... Anna was often laughing and crying at what she saw on the screen.
And then she laughed. The look on his face was adorable and handsome and amusing all at the same time. She shook her head. "I see, I see. Okay." Then she leaned back again. "Is your brother a lot like you? Tall, dark, handsome, and willing to bring Chinese food to a complete stranger from the internet?"
“Since you’ve already seen the first season, we could even make up our own movie commentary. That way you don’t have to worry about asking questions.” Frank had been worried about an awkward dinner with a stranger from the internet, but it was difficult not to get swept up into Anna’s natural enthusiasm and positive nature.
“Who, Joe? Well, if you didn’t see the two of us together, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell that we were related! Joe’s a bit shorter than me, with blonde hair and blue eyes.” Joe had definitely taken after their mother in coloring, while Frank darker tones mirrored their father, Fenton’s. He was also far less oblivious to flirting than Frank. “He’d probably bring the whole takeaway menu to a stranger, so long as that stranger was a pretty girl.”
“Oh! Like MST3K? Anna asked, brightening considerably. “I think that’s a great idea! We can make up our own dialogue and the like.” She sat up a bit on the sofa, curling her feet underneath herself and focusing her attention both on Frank and on the television. “I’m totally in! This’ll be so much fun!” She set the water bottle aside so she could give them her full attention.
“I’d like to meet him sometime! I’m sure you two look more like brothers than you give yourselves credit for.” She said, both relieved and disappointed that he hadn’t seemed to catch on to the ‘handsome’ comment. But it was for the best. He went on to mention a pretty girl, and Anna didn’t know if he meant that she was a pretty girl, or if Joe would do nice things for any pretty girl. She hoped it was the former, but would settle for the latter. “He’s more interested in pretty girls than helping strangers, is he?”
“Exactly!” Frank brightened as well. He had found so few people who knew about MST3K, much less enjoyed it, outside of the computer science circles he frequented in college. Considering how excited Anna had been over various colors of food, he was more than a bit curious as to how she would choose to narrate a Study in Pink. He kept the water bottle in his hands, intending to use it later as a ‘microphone’ to ‘interview’ Anna during the press conference scenes.
“Probably. We’re definitely alike in our habit of getting into trouble.” Frank laughed. Said brother would probably cuff him if he were there for his obliviousness, but for the moment the elder Hardy continued on with his naivete and just enjoyed the company and blossoming friendship for what it was. “I’d say he’s more interested in pretty girls than pretty much everything else. Well, at least he used to be. Now he limits himself to taking care of cars instead of people.” Frank shook his head. He hoped the two of them could meet, too, if only to see if Anna’s infectious smile might rub off a bit on his grieving brother.
"Oh, i definitely have a bit of that, too." Anna had always been the one getting in trouble. She used to play hide and seek with her parents when she was little--as there wasn't anyone else around to play with--but they didn't find out about the game until after she'd been hiding for a long time. She remembered them getting upset with her on more than one occasion. And more recently, Anna ... well, she lived with vampires. And often found herself in need of being rescued. "You should definitely bring him with you next time! Though, we don't have many pretty girls over here. I bet we could find some on the television!"
Anna bounced a little on the sofa, clapped her hands, and then motioned to the remote. "Let's do this thing!" She was looking forward to talking all the way through the program and not getting dirty looks from Stefan and Lexi. (Though, she knew they were probably more amused by her chatter than anything by this point. If they wanted to watch something without Anna's interruptions, they knew better than to put it on while she was sitting there in the living room with them. It was refreshing to find someone who not only didn’t mind, but encouraged the chatter!