Once Staffan was through making a fool of himself, Kamal flopped back into his previously lazy position on the deck chair, folded his arms behind his head and gave Penny his best charming smile. "I've got a better idea," he replied. "You and Charlie play volleyball to one point, and loser has to strip."
It wasn't usually like him to be so bawdy, but the rare moment of relaxation had him in a good mood and Penny, with her usual antics, was making it way too easy. Entirely too pleased with his own wit, Kamal went rifling for his cigarettes, pulled one out, snapped his fingers and lit it with the pyrokinetic spark the gesture produced. He knew damn well he shouldn't have been smoking, but his latest attempt to stop had gone out the window when the Grid went down. Have a smoke, or go completely insane from stress and boredom. It was an easy enough choice.