A Little Harmless Theft {Jamie}

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Samantha loved days like this. The sun was out, the forum was alive with people, and her classes were finished for the day. She helped the eight-year-old Philip get his special Hercules lunch box (complete with action figure, as he’d proudly showed to everyone in class), down from the racks in the classroom and watched as he ran out of the room, making his little Hercules fly. She didn’t have the heart to tell him the real Hercules had not been able to fly. Let the kid dream. She smiled to herself and picked up the colored pencils the lay here and there from their activity in history today. Picking up her messenger bag and slinging it over her shoulder, she headed out of the building that housed the children’s school.

The streets were alive with activity, including many of the little kids congregating in little groups to chat about whatever was big and new. And this time it seemed the next big exciting thing was the chariot races going on. She knew several of the kids in her class were very into the races. Heck, one of the girls last year was a daughter of one of the higher ranked charioteers. So naturally, the girl had been very much into the races. And as usual, the boys seemed to flock to them. Which almost made her want to stay away herself. Once or twice they’d get a decent female charioteer, which she wasn’t sure what to make of really. Half of her was proud that a woman was taking charge like that, the other half was still stuck on the idea that it was a men’s sport and should remain that filthy way.

But races aside, she decided not to ponder on that one, not today. It was far too nice a day for that. So instead she headed for the forum, intend on grabbing a bite to eat and watching the goings on. That was the usual afternoon for her. Trouble was, she recalled that she had left all her money back home. What little there was of it. Payday wasn’t til two days from now. And that apple Michael had given her three hours ago was not tiding over well. She needed food, and frankly, her apartment was on the other side of town, which was not happening right now. So she took a few steps to the side of the crowds and watched the people, looking for just the right person. There, there he was. She wasn’t sure what it was about him that seemed to catch her eye, but she’d been doing this long enough to know to trust her instincts. And it wouldn’t be so bad. After all, all she needed was a single denarius. So she set off into the crowd, keeping as casual and unassuming as she could, and followed him. She trailed him for a good thirty feet before she was close enough. Then all it would take was a little sneak and a bit of luck (though she liked to think it was above simple luck these days) and that denarius would be hers. And then food. So she reached out a hand discretely for his pocket, praying to her mother silently as she usually did in cases like this.

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[jameson]

With no training in store for Jamie's day, the older demigod had set off for an afternoon in New Rome. He did this on a regular basis, typically because he had a class or two that he still dallied in at the Academia but that wasn't the case for today. No, instead he was just interested in browsing through the open market in the forum. Maybe he would collect a couple new books or knick-knacks to entertain his time. After lunch, of course, because he had been wandering New Rome for the past couple of hours without so much as a bite to eat. His fault really because he had chosen to ignore the designated breakfast time and instead cling to what little sleep he could get in his barracks. He really was getting much too old for some of those demigods. Two of them had spent the entire night talking about some hot one girl or another was..and while Jamie wouldn't have minded participating in that conversation under other circumstances-the girl in question was sixteen and thus held no interest for him. So instead of participating, he had tried his best to cover his head with his pillow and snore into the mattress without accidentally suffocating himself. Needless to say though, his plan didn't work out well.

Two of his hours had been spent in the Coliseum spectating, and also getting easily distracted as three kids had pulled him into a game of soccer. They were only eight or so but they had needed another participant for their numbers to be easy. Of course he had been more than happy to participate but it had been a little exhausting pretending for so long that he was 'wretched' at soccer when in reality he was pretty dang good. But of course you had to let the kids when didn't you? Or at least any decent person knew about that rule. Afterwards, he had compensated for his weariness and tiredness by plunging into the icy water of the lake. Naturally it had woken him up but now there was the problem of waiting for the water to dry off. It was a little chilly but his jeans and his t-shirt were already drying-it was just his hair that was still damp and plastered in odd angles again his forehead and neck.

Running his fingers through his damp hair, he wandered through the market, dropping his hands lazily to his sides. As he walked, his eyes naturally picked up on the easy theft opportunities he could take advantage of. He wouldn't necessarily consider himself a bad guy. After all, could he help it that he naturally had sticky fingers and an unnatural desire to lift a wallet or two? Not that he did this time but he certainly did note how easy it would be anyhow. Apparently he wasn't the only one thinking along those lines though. He had noticed the petite blonde first when he had stopped to chat with an old friend and again when he had bought something at one of the little stands. There was no doubt in his mind that she was following him, but he kept things nonchalant-moving along as if he hadn't noticed it. When she closed in though, he timed it perfectly so that he turned around to face her just as she tried to slip her little fingers into his pocket. Busted, he grinned at her knowingly, his eyes sparkling with a glint of mischief. “You know, usually I like it when a pretty girl follows me, but I think you have ulterior motives, blondie.

[/color]" He smirked, winking at her somewhat flirtatiously. Apparently it didn't seem to bother him that she had been attempting to steal from him only mere seconds ago. If anything, it was almost kind of hot to the descendant of Mercury. "P.S. You might need to work on your slight of hand, love.[/color]"


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notes. <3
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Sam was proud of her record. Sixty two years was nothing to sneeze at and she likely would have bragged about it if that wasn’t technically counterproductive. But she considered herself something of an expert, even if that sort of meant she was a bit of an egotist. In her opinion, there was nothing at all wrong with being proud of something you did well. Even if that something was stealing things. It wasn’t like she was stealing the Mona Lisa or something, after all. Just a denarius. Just one even. No big deal right? Right. She’d done it a hundred times. The people of New Rome had on many more occasions than they likely guessed, helped her pay for this or that. Not enough that they noticed, but enough that it helped her out. Besides, with her mother and all, it was hard to live any other way.

Her mother. That was an odd topic. She remembered the suspicious looks she’d gotten when she first tried for the teaching job here in New Rome. They weren’t overly excited about having a child of a thief goddess making any lasting impact on their children’s minds. So it had taken quite a deal of work to get into the spot. Luckily now with five years under her belt, they were a little more trusting. Though admittedly she made a habit of not stealing from the school and not letting them know that she still did that at all. Details. She imagine she wasn’t the only teacher who had gotten a hassle though getting in. Albeit some were goody-goodies like Meredith the daughter of Ceres. She was sort of a pansy (no pun intended) though, so Sam made a point not to bother talking to her. But there were also people like Greg, who was a son of Mars and had a lovely knack for flying off the handle and had even been suspended once himself for threatening a kid for not climbing the gym rope fast enough. Stupid Mars kids.

But back to the task at hand. One that she didn’t put a lot of thought into as it was such an old trick in her book. Necessary sometimes though. Not as exciting as, say, the time she had snuck into the principia when she was still young (in a manner of speaking) and new here just to spy on what all fun stuff they kept hidden away there. Turned out it was pretty boring. At least in the eyes of an eleven year old it had been. A few magical weapons though that she wouldn’t have minded getting her little hands on. Not the same as her old magic bow, but appealing none the less. She mentally shrugged the memories away and focused again. He didn’t seem to notice her, which was good. Not surprising, she thought, given the crowds here. And the fact that men were not always all that observant in her opinion.

An opinion that was shot out of the water when he turned to face her just as she was about to get that denarius she had her mind set on. She straightened immediately and pulled her hand back to her side, fixing him with a blank expression. Until he winked at her. To most girls, a rather handsome guy showing any sort of flirty move towards them would likely earn a blush and, as she dubbed it, all loss of common sense and intelligence. But she’d spent a century avoiding that attitude. So all it did for her was force on a tight frown. Great, she had chosen to pickpocket an idiot. But not totally an idiot. And that was what bothered her. “How did you know…? Nevermind. For starters, I am not ‘blondie’. And for seconds, I don’t have to work on anything. You cheated. How did you cheat?” Ignoring the fact that she had been the one just a moment ago trying to steal from him, which wasn’t a whole lot better than what she deemed as cheating. But he knew something she didn’t and she didn’t like that.

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Word Count: 686
Notes: I apologize for her being something of a jerk.

[jameson]

Jamie would give it to the girl that she was quick in clearing her guilty slate. When he got caught, he almost always attempted to weasel his way out of the situation unless it was entirely out of the question. Such as if his hand had literally been in someone's pocket then he wouldn't attempt to proclaim his innocence. However, if the situation could be salvaged than you could bet that he would at least try to do so. This girl appeared to be on the same page with him in that mindset, though as she was as good as redhanded in this situation-she wouldn't be convincing him of her innocence in any sense. It took a thief to know a thief, and she was most certainly one. She did appear to be a year or so younger than him though so he could cut her some slack based on the fact that she had less experience than he did. Not to mention, he was letting her off the hook for two other reasons. Jamie had a soft spot for anyone who was partial to the same bad habits as him. Or in short-he liked other thieves.

His other reason for taking it easy on her? It wasn't in his nature to get upset with people, even when they were very clearly attempting to pick-pocket him. Though he would say that he found it a little outrageous that she was evidently mad at him. Wasn't she just the one trying to steal from him? And hadn't he practically let her off with even less than a slap on the wrist? It was curious that was for certain, but it did have his lips curling upward in an amused smile. She was something of a fiery one, now wasn't she? It was rather attractive, and entertaining to say the very least. He still didn't appreciate the look she was fixing him with-as if he had done something wrong but he was pretty quick to look past it.

"Easy, you've been tailing me for quite some time now. And I rightfully assumed it wasn't because of my dashing good looks.

[/color]" He explained with a relaxed smile, seemingly not bothered by her accusatory tone. "If it's not blondie then how about you tell me what I be calling you?[/color]" Jamie suggested, honestly curious about her name. Granted, given her slightly grumpy mood, he wasn't positive that she would reward him with it. He hadn't even offered up his own yet because he was convinced that at this point she didn't care in the least bit. Oh well, he could convince her to care, given enough time.

His smile did falter slightly at her accusation, but he was quick to cover it up with a disbelieving laugh. "I'm sorry, but how could I cheat? You just tried to steal from me...and I caught you. There's really no cheating involved, blondie.[/color]" Jamie grinned, his nose wrinkling cutely as he was just too amused by the situation. He was still trying to reason out how he could have 'cheated' in this case. Granted, he did cheat in card games and small things like that-but who could blame him being a descendant of Mercury-however he had no clue what cheating even meant in this scenario. "Instead of accusing me of cheating though, maybe you could just ask me if I would be so kind as to buy you lunch and we can go from there, pretty lady?[/color]" A perfectly sensible suggestion since she was apparently in need of lunch and Jamie clearly wasn't in opposition of treating her to it. He did have his suspicions that she would reject his offer but it was always worth a shot.



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word count. 622
notes. tada! sorry it's short<3

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Her tight frown loosed a bit. This guy was an odd one, that was for sure. She was a little less ready to call him an idiot, an idea which she wasn’t sure what to make of yet. He was a bit cocky, but that was a pot calling the kettle black so she let that one go. But he did have this air about him that was just… different. Both interesting and completely confusing at the same time. Mostly confusing though. So she found her anger at being caught, which had mostly been at herself anyway, ebbing just a little, replaced with being completely and utterly lost in the situation. That was not a feeling she liked much better than the being angry part though. Ugh, this whole day was just… weird. Were the gods playing a joke on her? If they were, they needed to stop. Maybe he was the one playing a joke on her. But no. She’d definitely been about to steal money from him. And he definitely knew it. She knit her brows and studied him.

And why was he being so laid back about this. Why wasn’t he angry? He should be angry. She would have been. But this guy, he was even smiling. It almost touched a nerve to see that little smile on his face, like he was enjoying confusing the crap out of her. “People don’t catch me. It just doesn’t happen. How… why are you different?” The anger in her voice was gone. Leaving in its wake a very disoriented and likely somewhat obviously so girl. While she should have seen it coming for the berating she had given him, the casual way he just asked for her name caught her off guard. Of course at this point she wasn’t even sure where her guard was. So she found herself answering before she realized what she was even doing. “Samantha…” A minute too late, she mentally hit herself. She was giving in! She was being weak! That was not supposed to happen. This whole situation was not supposed to happen. She should be gone and done and eating an apple or something by now. Not standing here having an awkward conversation with the guys she’d been trying to nick a denarius from.

How could he cheat? He had a point. And she hated that he was right. Or at least, hated herself that he was right. This was officially the most embarrassing moment of her life. Well, at least recently. And by recently she meant about seventy years. And there was that smile again, though there seemed to be a touch of joking about it. Oh shoot. She knew that smile. There had been a kid in the camp in her cohort with her back when she was still in the camp who’d had the same sort of smile. And so had his siblings. “You… you’re a child of Mercury, aren’t you?” Well, that possibly explained the being caught part. The only ones who had ever been better than her at being sneaky were Mercury’s descendants. She’d always made a point to avoid them in her own business. But it seemed the Fates were playing a trick on her after all, leading her right to one of them without her even knowing. It had to be that.

And that would also explain a bit better why he seemed to be having such a grand old time with this whole thing. Curse it. And then just to put icing on the cake, he threw her yet another curve ball. Since when were people who were almost pick-pocketed supposed to ask said almost-thief out for lunch? Or compliment them at all? She raised an eyebrow, automatically suspicious. “So let me get this straight… you just caught me trying to steal from you and now you want to treat me to lunch? Are you sure you’re sane?” It wasn’t really meant offensively, just that Sam didn’t have any habits of beating around the bush. He was a curious one though. There was no doubting that.

Tag: Jamie! <3
Word Count: 682
Notes: don't worry about it!

[jameson]

It was easy to deduce that his reaction was not one she had been anticipating. Then again, she hadn't been anticipating being caught either, so things really just weren't working out the way she had planned, now were they? Of course it only would have been only logical for someone to scold her, or perhaps even take action against her blatantly illegal activities so it was natural for her to expect such a reaction. Jamie, though, he was an odd cookie, to say the very list. He wasn't partial to anger nor to many serious feelings or situations so he would never make something that perhaps could be considered a big deal into one. It was just unnecessary and it made things too complicated for his laid-back self to handle. Hence why he opted for a smile instead of a scowl. Plus it never suited his fancy to scowl at a pretty lady. Especially when he firmly believed that he hadn't quite ruined his chances of making her blush yet. Oh and how pretty she would look with a red tinge to her pale complexion. It would probably be such an unfamiliar feeling for her as she had one of those expressions that implied she was rarely involved in flirtatious, or even friendly, exchanges.

Shrugging slightly, a small chuckle slipped from the older man's lips. He was unfamiliar with getting caught these days as well, though he wasn't so completely egotistical that he assumed it would never happen again in his days. There were always new tricks of the trade, after all. "Don't sound so surprised, love. I may look....No, actually, I look pretty good too..

[/color]" He trailed off with a small grin, indicating he was just messing with her. Though it should be noted that he certainly didn't believe he looked bad by any means. In fact, he liked to think he had a right charming smile-something which he was flaunting in this particular situation. "Samantha?[/color]" Jamie repeated, tilting his head back and forth as if he was considering the idea of the name. It didn't quite fit...at least not as perfectly as he might have liked. "Sammy it is, then.[/color]" He decided with another crooked grin. It was much more suiting to her personality. Sammy was cute and sweet, yet it also suggested the owner of the name possessed a certain feisty flair. Perfect for the girl standing across him. "That would make me Jamie, by the way, in case you were curious.[/color]" Which she likely wasn't, but once again, it was worth a shot.

Clever. He liked it. "At your service,[/color]" He confirmed with a small bow of his head. It never took too long for people to make the connection as he was so proud in displaying the traits that his grandfather had shared with him. It took them much longer though, to note he was also descended from Apollo. After all, if anyone heard his attempts at singing or seen his 'art' then they would never make the connection. Only his little skill with the guitar and piano, and perhaps his brilliant flirting techniques, would indicate that he was related to the god in any manner. Any child could have honed those skills though, so it wasn't really a true indicator of Apollo's descendants. "You most certainly are not though...which would make you either a plain and simple thief or a daughter of..?[/color]" He honestly had no clue as to who she might be related to-aside from perhaps Ares, as for a moment he had been slightly impressed by the air of irritation and anger she had about her.

Blinking slightly, he was certain that he had never been called 'insane' before. In retrospect, that was odd because so many people thought he was a little weird and it was surprising that they hadn't gone as far to define him as insane yet. Her words, which could possibly have been interpreted as an insult, did not appear to phase him for very long though, as he was quick to shake it off and pick back up on the conversation. "Well when you say it like that it sounds weird...but it also sounds about right. Though is it really so insane to want to treat a lovely lady to lunch?[/color]" He winked, clearly pleased with himself. His charm was suiting him just fine today, though it likely would have worked better on any other girl in the forum. Ah well, his interest was taken with this one for the moment and he would not be distracted.


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Sam was really not liking this day. If he had the indecency to catch her in the act, he should at least have the decency to act normally about it. But at the same time, she found it slightly intriguing that he wasn’t. Like he was a puzzle that needed figuring out. And she didn’t like not knowing something. It wasn’t that she claimed to know everything, just she liked being in the know a lot better than she did not being in the know. His joking air was another thing to contend with. She wasn’t usually one to joke. Mostly because she didn’t have a lot of people she was that friendly with who liked to joke. She ran through them quickly in her head. Nope, no one. So dealing with this guy was not something she was used to doing. Which was probably pretty obvious.

She raised an eyebrow at him. “You look pretty good, do you? You look like you just fell in the lake.” Which was true. He was mostly dry, but from the way his clothes laid on him, she could tell it was a recent drying. And his hair still showed plenty of signs of having recently been doused. It could have been that he had actually fell in the lake, at which she might have to feel bad for an embarrassing situation. But there was also the fact that poking fun at him in her own way was actually kind of, well, fun.

The moment it left her mouth, or at least the moment she realized it, she regretted telling him her name. But he seemed to latch on to the idea right from the moment she said it. Great. She watched him as he pondered over it. If she wasn’t as stubborn as she was, she might call the way he tilted his head like that kind of cute. But no, boys were not cute. “No, I go by-“ She started, about to correct his nickname, when he introduced himself instead. She was alright with nicknames, mostly just Sam, around people she was close to, but total strangers? Not so much. But it looked like there really was no stopping this one. She sighed. “Well, then, Jamie, pleasure.” Which was more automatic and formal than true feelings on the matter of this meeting. So she added, “Or at least, we’ll see about that.”

Ha, so she was right. Which she wasn’t sure if she should feel proud of herself for figuring out or less than happy with him for actually fitting the bill. So she instead decided to just ignore it. Mental note not to ever steal from this one again. When he asked about her, though, she faltered. “I most certainly am not? And what is that supposed to mean? Just because I’m not related to the god of thieves does not mean anything. I’ve stolen more things than you have in your life, I’d wager. Without getting caught most of the time.” Which was also true. Seeing as he looked to be about her age physically and there was no immortal boys club. Unless the guy – Jamie, she guessed she should start calling him now, it was only polite – was a minor god himself. Nothing saying that wasn’t possible. She stood up straighter when he questioned her own parentage. “Laverna, thank you very much. Goddess of thieves, con men, and charlatans, among other things.” She was very proud of her mom, even if she wasn’t exactly the patron goddess of things people were usually proud of. Her parents had taught her to be proud of who she was and by the gods she was.

Ha ha! She caught him off his guard, evidenced by the slight uncertain look he got for just a second. Good! He needed it in return for doing her own ego such damage only a few minutes ago. And for taking her comments so smoothly. The fact that he did not take back his offer did not help the idea that he might be insane though. She watched him carefully, trying to decide what form of ‘you are an idiot’ would get through to his head best. But there was still that puzzle. Like a rubix cube that fought back. He just demanded to be solved. That, and her stomach grumbled a lot louder than she would have liked and she hoped to the gods that he didn’t hear it. Though knowing her luck, at least today, he would have. And really, would it be so bad to go? After all, he was going to treat her to lunch no matter how the situation had been about to go before, it was just a matter of if he was aware of it or not. And now that he was aware of it… well, yeah, maybe it wouldn’t hurt. That and if she went back to her apartment, there would be no going back to the forum. And all she had there was peanut butter and jelly. Which sounded terrible right now. “Alright then, you have your wish. I…” She took a deep breath, not at all prepared to say this. “Thank you.”

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[jameson]

Evidently this young lady was opposed to participating in any small form of teasing and flattery. He had a high enough confidence level when it came to his appearance. Jamie had been told by many women that he was attractive, if only in a dorky, adorable way. Which seemed insulting to some extent to most men, but he would accept it as a compliment nonetheless. Once upon a time some girl had explained to him what the concepts 'adorable,' 'hot,' 'handsome,' and 'sexy' all meant and apparently, to women, they were all different. In all honest, it made no sense to him, but he had registered that if he was called any one of those things: it was a good thing. Well unless it was said in a certain tone, which he could have figured out for himself, obviously. He wasn't nearly that thick. Nor was he thick enough to note that what she said was obviously not intended to make him feel good about himself. Well the joke was on her because it was actually a difficult task to put Jameson Parker down. "Fell? Or jumped into? Because one of those things did happen, I'll leave you to figure out which though. You seem to be a clever girl, after all.

[/color]" Not as a good of a thief as she thought of course..but he was still impressed by her nonetheless.

He vaguely picked up on the notion that she wasn't fond of nicknames, and that was when he promptly decided to ignore it. Samantha was much too serious of a name, and while that may have fit her personality, he was much more partial to Sammy. It was charming, and he liked the idea of having his own little nickname for the blonde. Granted, he wouldn't have minded the nickname 'blondie' either-but he didn't think she was very receptive towards it. Even less so than she would likely be to Sammy. "I grow on you, trust me, Sammy,[/color]" The man winked at her. It technically wasn't entirely true, as most people tended not to like him even after they had been around him for quite some time. Hell, most even disliked him even more then..Though that was likely because a majority of the people around here were all grumpy prats anyhow.

Possibly this one included. He had half a right mind to get away from her, but he never really could resist a pretty face. Not to mention he could see how she misinterpreted his statement. Of course he hadn't meant for it to be offensive, and personally, he never would have understood why it would be if she hadn't taken it as such. "Whoa, whoa, slow down there, blondie. I meant you most certainly are not because I would know better than to try and flirt with a girl I'm related to.[/color]" He pointed out, indicating that he was fully aware and knowledgeable when it came to who was and who wasn't related to Mercury. He knew his siblings, or 'aunts', 'uncles', all of those things, so he would honestly know if she was one of them. "I don't doubt that you're a good thief..I mean I do believe I'm older than you though and have thus stolen more things..but you know, it's up for debate.[/color]" Jamie suggested, trying his best to skirt around getting his head bitten off. He may have been taller, and likely stronger, but a petite girl still had the ability to, rightfully, scare him.

"Goddess of con men, huh? Does that mean you have a way with them too?[/color]" Okay so perhaps he really should have shut up at that point, but he almost believed her to be so far off in that area of suggestive thinking that she wouldn't even recognize it for what it was. Still, it was taking the risk of getting slapped, but he was too slow to realize it at the time. He typically just said the first thing that came to mind and that just happened to be it.

"Don't sound too excited there, darling.[/color]" Jamie teased, offering out an arm for her to take if she so desired. Which he had the sneaking suspicion that she wouldn't. Female independence seemed to be a thing of importance to her and while he didn't think accepting his chivalrous gesture would make her any less independent, she very well might have. "You're welcome though.[/color]" He added almost as an afterthought, in an attempt to keep her from feeling like she had given in too easily.



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Oh, he was an unusual one, this Jamie. Much more outgoing than most of the guys, or even just regular people in general, that she talked to. If this could be considered a real conversation. That part was up for grabs a bit. Especially seeing as she didn’t particularly want to be here. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There was something about Jamie that was like a puzzle just nagging at her. “Fell, jumped, all a matter of intent. And now that you mention it, you do seem the type to jump.” She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. It was a Jamie thing. Safe to say that much.

Sammy. She stared at him like he’d just grown a shiny new foot out his ear. “Is that a challenge?” It hadn’t really been worded like one, no, but she’d take any challenge. Especially ones from people who seemed to like to uncover her buttons and jab mercilessly at them. They were by far the most fun to beat at said challenges.“Well then, Jamie. We’ll just have to see how well that goes. Best of luck.” Winking. Another thing that had to go. People didn’t wink at Sam and get away with it. But for now she’s let it slide.

She did feel a little foolish for having mistaken his statement though. Mostly because she hated being wrong and this situation required that unpleasant admittance. But she really wasn’t the type to talk to the ground. Years with Lady Diana had gotten any urge to be small and inconsequential out of her pretty well. So instead she faced him head on. “You’re right. Quick assumptions often lead to folly. My apologies.” It wasn’t her favorite thing to do, but the deed was done and that was what mattered.

Sam gave him a somewhat confused look for a moment. Did she have a way with con men? What, like a knack for dealing with them? The frown still lightly on her face, she shrugged. “I’ve never had to deal with them before I got here. I was with the hunters of Diana up until recently. And I was the only con artist among them, and even then I was at least honest with them about what I stole. So I guess… I don’t know how I fair with con men really. Why do you ask?” Maybe because he was one as well and he was weighting his chances? Was this a competition she just didn’t know about? Or had she already failed by being caught? That couldn’t be fair. She hadn’t known his parentage or that he was apparently quite good at what he did.

She raised an eyebrow at him. Sarcasm and teasing she was used to to some degree. After all, the hunters weren’t all stoic and boring all the time. And she did have friends here since she got stranded, as she liked to put it, in this unfortunate place. Her raised eyebrow turned into a smirk. Yes, she could play a long just as well as anyone. She just hadn’t had reason to want to. But since she was going to be dining with this young man, it seemed only right to give him some measure of courtesy, if not friendliness (as far as she went with a guy she just met that is). “That might be difficult, but I’ll do my best.” She took his arm – it was only gracious, and she of all people could appreciate a gentlemanly gesture – and gave him a half smile when he said she was welcome. Off to an alright start perhaps after all. “Lead the way, then, Jamie.”

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