Jace rolled his eyes at Robin, before looking up at the guy in a tie. "It's free, if you want it." He told him, before looking at the picture she was pointing at. "Seriously? That's a really small bottle of perfume..."
Lance just managed to squeeze through the last check in time, trying to hurry and look composed at the same time. He winked at a pretty air hostess as he boarded the plane, and headed to business class for his seat. After stowing his bag, he sat down, accidentally stepping on someone's foot. "Sorry," he apologized quickly.
Arriadne had already settled down in her window seat, drowned herself in blankets and was listening to music as the plane got ready to take off. She winced as someone stepped on her, trying not to lash out at the person. Instead she ignored them.
"Let the sky rain potatoes," said a musing voice. "Let it thunder to the tune of Greensleeves."