Dean gave her a smal nod. Followed by an epic eyeroll.
“Hey my baby’s not a junkbin and she is not old. She’s a classic beauty!” he said and shot her a glare over his shoulder.
She snorted again. “Right, sure. Whatever.” Meg shrugged and leaned back again. “So let’s get started, yeah?”
Had she just snorted? Hey, no one messes with baby, no one!
“Yeah, we betted do that!” Dean snapped and focused on the work they had to do.
They are just going to work on their project for a while until the silence becomes unbearable.
She followed his lead and started sketching on some scrap paper. “Howsabout this?” she asked after a while, holding it up for him to see.