"The fact that I nearly always talk to pretty girls does not mean I am addicted to it." Lance smirked, patting Jace on the head by way of greeting before taking the last available chair in the ward.
"And he kicked a brick why?" Arriadne smirked, trying to get the remote back. "Lance, you are completely addicted to talking to girls. You do it all the time." She pointed out.
Jace attempted to shrug, then winced. "I don't know, I might have to." He answered Robin, then nodded in agreement with Arriadne. "All the time." He smirked.
"Let the sky rain potatoes," said a musing voice. "Let it thunder to the tune of Greensleeves."