[Scott will jump into action for...well, for most people. Lydia calls and he answers, showing up only a few minutes later. HE smells Prada, and smiles as he heads for her chair, reaching out to scratch the dog's head.]
Hey. What's up?
[He's less awkward, less uncomfortable now that he can stretch his legs and, well. Stop watching Kira flirt with Merlin.]
[Post-Marathon Spam]
Hey. What's up?
[He's less awkward, less uncomfortable now that he can stretch his legs and, well. Stop watching Kira flirt with Merlin.]