"Sure thing," Arriadne grinned at Robin, before running out to catch up with Caine in the hallway. "You know, I think you might be a tad overdependent on coffee." She told him. She reached the espresso machine and put in some money.
"Yep," Jace rolled his eyes, though he laughed. "I don't think it's going to make any difference, though."
"Not even a little. When you're as good looking as me, you feel the need to talk about it," Lance said, smirking.
"Let the sky rain potatoes," said a musing voice. "Let it thunder to the tune of Greensleeves."