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Post by SKYE JESSICA FORD on Apr 29, 2012 21:08:56 GMT -5
Skye's parents were kind of weird and not always predictable. Well, she was sure they were pretty average people on the whole, but when people looked at Skye she was kind of extremely weird because she wasn't that random. Her mother was the kind of woman who did whatever she felt like doing, and her family tended to get dragged along, and Skye's father was somehow more than willing to go along with these things. (He was, however, admittedly much calmer than his wife... but it would be difficult not to be.) Either way, it was weird the way two such people had produced and raised someone like Skye, so very different from them in pretty much every way, but that was that. Anyway, her parents kind of tended to do whatever on a whim, their work schedules be damned -- only not really. This weekend was a long weekend, though, so somehow, when Skye received a call one evening from some hotel, she sort of knew before really knowing who this was. "Mom?" she asked without really considering that it could be someone else. "And Dad!" a voice somewhere said. Apparently she was on speaker phone, then. "Why are you guys in the Hollow?" She wasn't unhappy to hear from them -- just kind of confused, and she was sure it showed, but her parents wouldn't really hold it against her. Plus... seriously, that was something to just show up like that.
Her father didn't really get to explain, though, because quickly, Skye's mom was cutting the both of them off to say, "We just wanted to come visit and see how you were doing! Anyway, get dressed up tonight, we're going out for dinner, to that fancy place in town. Northern Lights?" Skye blinked a few times on her end even though they couldn't see it. "You expect to just walk into Northern Lights?" Her mom's reply was, "Don't be silly! We booked a reservation a few days ago before we came. We'll pick you up in an hour!" Then they hung up the phone. Okay. Skye's parents were definitely very weird. She didn't think she should argue with them, though, so an hour later she was dressed up -- in a dress and everything, not that this was really weird for Skye except for the fact that it was pretty chilly out -- and waiting outside, and indeed, there were her parents, in their rental car and everything. She supposed they'd had to have flown there. Driving would just take way too long. Once the whole family reunion things were done with ("we missed you!" and "by the way, Christmas dinner is at our house this year!" and the like) they were off, heading back into town. She'd been to Northern Lights before, but not recently and not with her parents... and not often, either, because seriously, where would she even get the funds to pull that off?
She supposed this was kind of different, though, as she slid out of the car once they arrived. "You could have chosen somewhere where it'd be appropriate to wear something warm," she shot at her parents, but she didn't really mean it that much and they just laughed as they entered the pretty dimly-lit restaurant. At least it was warm inside...
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Post by tedster on May 1, 2012 10:24:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px;]For all the horror stories friends and relatives alike told him about the food service industry and how much they hated it, Teddy thought he would hate it too. There was something pretty demeaning inherent in the system, but the need to find a job to sustain himself and his lifestyle out here in Maple Hollow came first, and getting a job in retail would have only made his shopping addiction worse, so when he saw that Northern Lights was hiring, two years ago, he decided to give it a try. Even though he had been at his literal brightest when he walked into the restaurant to hand them a resume and neatly filled out job application, he was given an interview. And when he had showed up at the interview in his regular streetwear, he thought he would have bombed it for sure, just based on appearances alone. But they must have liked something about him, since he was called up a few days later and offered a wait staff position. At Northern Lights. His mom had been so proud. He, himself, was just pretty happy that they didn't make him dye his hair back to brown -- blonde was still a natural hair color, after all!
He grew to love working there, though. Even though it had the appearance of a stuffy environment, the people who came in were always friendly, his coworkers were more like him than he realized, and plus, in retrospect, it shouldn't have come as a surprise that Teddy loved it, because Teddy loved people, and that was who he dealt with every time he worked. He was a pro, letting his natural effervescence and affability really shine, and it ended up being something he actually looked forward to. It was where he was now, getting changed for the inevitable busy shift -- Friday nights always drew in a big crowd and in order to keep a high turnover rate, they needed to be on their toes. He pulled on the supplied uniform of freshly pressed black slacks and tucked in the ironed white button down, careful not to mess them up too quick -- he had gotten yelled at once, when he first started, to keep them as neat as possible because dry cleaning was expensive, and having the uniform supplied for them was a privilege that they could take away at any time. Teddy simply didn't have the wardrobe to replicate it, and did his best since then. He did up the buttons of his shirt quickly, tied his bowtie, slipped on the matching vest and, last but not least, tied his apron around his waist. He slipped into dress shoes, tucked his waiter book into the apron's pocket, checked his hair one more time before heading out into the fray to help set-up and familiarize himself with the specials for the evening.
The trickle of customers proved to be like a steady flow from a faucet sink -- not fast enough to cause chaos, but fast enough to fill any given container relatively quickly, and by six o'clock the dining room was almost filled. He was in the kitchen, making sure the chefs knew the rather complicated substitutions one of his tables had insisted on, when a coworker came by in passing to drop off another order slip and told him that another table had been seated in his section. At the sous chef's insistence that he had the order down, as well as could understand Teddy's (maybe not-so-helpful) notes on the side, he left the kitchen, stopping to grab a few menus and to survey the floor before heading in. There, at table 12, was the new table, and while Teddy hadn't recognized two of them, he sure as hell recognized the third. And damnit, there was that stupid grin of his. But at least he could play it up this time.
"Why, good evening, Ms. Ford," |
[/color] he piped up once he got to the table, stupid grin still on his face. Not that anyone could really tell the difference between it and his normal one, but you never know. Upon closer inspection, the lady and gentleman with her could only be her parents -- he couldn't think of any other reason for Skye to hang around a middle-aged couple. "And I assume this must be Mr. and Mrs. Ford! Welcome to Northern Lights -- let me get that for you."[/color] Teddy reached out and pulled the chair out for her mom to sit, then followed suit for Skye herself, noting the dress she was wearing and how pretty she was. He almost said so but no, that would have been a terrible idea. So he kept his cool, opening and handing out menus to each of them, rattling off the specials, trying to be as professional as possible, even though the person of his affection was sitting right there, looking gorgeous. He supposed it was like any other day he saw her around campus, but at least that had been from afar -- no matter how creepy that sounded. Being this close was kind of sending his nerves haywire. "Well, now that that's out of the way,"[/color] Teddy breathed after he was done with the specials. "Could I interest you in something to drink?"[/color] ( oh my god PLEASE don't think you have to match the word count, i just...got too into it because i felt like i needed to get across the experience of being a waiter because i used to be one and this is all from my own personal experience and i felt like i would do myself injustice if i had glossed over the parts no one really gets to see orz;;;;;; )[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by SKYE JESSICA FORD on May 1, 2012 22:54:35 GMT -5
Having been preoccupied with looking around, taking in her surroundings -- she'd been to Northern Lights before, but seriously, it was gorgeous in there -- Skye had spotted the very familiar person approaching their table. Her parents spotted him first, though... and as soon as Skye did notice, she was pretty sure she managed to be even more surprised than they were to be served by some vividly blonde, ridiculously happy Asian kid. Her excuse, at least, was that she knew of only one person fitting that description, let alone one that actually knew her, and once Skye had looked over, she couldn't help but smile, because there was none other than Teddy Lee himself. In retrospect, it really shouldn't have surprised her, because he'd definitely mentioned working in the upscale restaurant before. Still, Skye was pretty sure there was a little part of her that melted with Teddy in that uniform of his, and damn, he really did clean up well, and damn it all if it was a really bad idea to hug him and tell him he looked adorable when her parents were there. She realized that they still kind of had no idea who Teddy was... which was just kind of weird, because they'd known one another for a few years, and it wasn't as if Teddy was a friend specifically from school either. In fact... he was kind of the opposite.
She didn't say any of this though, because that would have been pretty ridiculous, and instead she settled for a, "Good evening, Mr. Lee," even though it probably wasn't necessary to use his last name too. It seemed appropriate in her mind somehow... and it saved her from having to really introduce him to her parents just yet, which was kind of a blessing itself. They looked kind of politely bewildered, though, so she was sure it was only a matter of time. When he took the liberty of getting her chair for her, she just said, "Thank you," though some tiny part of her felt like that very small moment felt kind of like a date -- a proper one, even. Obviously it wasn't, however, and she couldn't even be upset about that, because she was mostly feeling bemused. She would admit that she probably did more just watching than actual listening as he listed off the specials for them, though. Er. That was probably creepy and not the type of thing she should mention, ever -- it'd been a long time since she'd actually gotten to speak to Teddy, though, so it was kind of weird when he was her waiter. "Uh -- yeah, I'll just take the same," she said once she heard her parents mention something about wine. She might have to step up this whole pretending to pay attention thing, she decided as Teddy left again to get their drinks or, er, tend to whatever waiter-ish things he had to do.
"That's Teddy, from school," she said after a second, even though her parents didn't ask. "He's from Ottawa, too." That would be good enough of an explanation for the time being, she figured. Omitting the word "friend" (or any other noun) had definitely not been a mistake. She didn't know what she'd fill in there, either. She kind of hated the fact that her face was kind of warm, too, but at least make-up was pretty likely to do a good job of hiding that. Skye didn't bother telling them what element Teddy was, though, at least not without prompt -- it would probably require more explanation than she was willing to provide. To her parents' credits, though, they didn't ask any weird questions, and when Teddy returned, both made a point to thank him by name... now that they knew what it was. Skye just breathed a sigh of relief and flashed Teddy what she hoped was a casual enough smile. "Hey... Thanks. And yeah, you got it, this is my mom and dad," she added when she felt a high heel nudge her foot pointedly from under the table. Thanks, Mom. Meanwhile, her parents were introducing themselves proper -- "I'm Brittany and this is Matthew" -- which, if nothing else, spared Skye from having to do much more talking.
(oh man i'm sorry that this is a lot of words and probably not a lot to go on. :c urgh like you said though, don't feel obligated to match word count by any means lololol. >_>)
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Post by tedster on May 3, 2012 14:29:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px;]In general, Teddy hated waiting on people he knew. Most people thought it was fun and something kind of special, but fact of the matter is that Teddy hated it. He didn't like seeing his friends at his workplace because, simply put, he would probably be more attentive to them than any of his other tables. Granted, his friends were hardly the type to be able to afford to come in and dine, but it was weird in situations such like this, when they came with their parents, or sometimes he'd see a teacher or two that he knew. Talk about awkward. Teddy was charming and all, but he couldn't waste it all in one place, and with Skye and her parents there, well...that was precisely what he wanted to do. His boss would think that he just wanted to provide 'the Northern Lights experience' to them, which was fine, but after a few months of just sticking to texts and IM's, actually hearing her voice was sending his mind on a trip. He was pretty sure his face was red.
Armed with their drink order, Teddy smiled winningly, excusing himself as he turned and began to walk towards their drink area, passing his other tables and asking if they needed anything in the process. He scanned the shelves for the right wine and pulled it off, grabbing the wine opener and opened it with the skill a guy working in the food service industry for two years should probably have. He poked into the kitchen, picking up a fork and a spoon one of the children at table 11 had knocked onto the ground in their arm-flailing, filled a basket up with fresh bread for table 14, and balanced everything neatly on a tray, picking up three wine glasses on the way back out onto the dining floor. He gave table 14 their bread, handed the small child the new fork and spoon, and finally stopped back at Skye's table, placing the wine glasses down and lifting the bottle off the tray, pouring each glass to about half-full. Skye's parents introduced themselves once he had set the bottle down firmly on the table, tucking the tray out of the way and under his arm. "Well, now I know where Skye gets her good looks from," |
[/color] he responded casually, smiling all the while. And he meant it. Skye's parents were the definition of class, looking like they've just stepped out of the pages of some J Crew catalogue. Feeling a little daring, he glanced down at Skye and winked -- he wasn't sure just what she had told her parents, if she had said anything at all, but a wink was harmless, right? "Now, have we decided on what we'll be having this evening?"[/color] Teddy asked, getting his waiter book and flipping it open, slip of paper ready to take it down. If they were ready. They could not be -- he wasn't gone all that long. Plus, the specials had been a mouthful. But, at Skye's father's nod, he grinned again, finally being able to rest his eyes on Skye for more than five seconds at a time. "So, madamoiselle, what may I get you?"[/color][/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by SKYE JESSICA FORD on May 3, 2012 19:13:00 GMT -5
Skye sometimes thought that Teddy was almost too charming, too generally good at people, for his own good... or maybe for everyone else's. She didn't really know, but what she did know was that she wasn't easily impressed, and yet somehow Teddy never failed to surprise her with the kind of ease that he handled people. Okay, granted, she didn't actually see much of him around other people, because most of their time was spent at school and talking there wasn't an option, but it was all the little things. She was pretty sure that his comment alone had won her parents over, if her mom's would-be sarcastic but mostly just impressed, "Well, aren't you the charmer," was anything to go by. Skye was going to chalk that up as a win for Teddy. "Don't encourage him, Mom," she interjected, but she was (mostly) kidding, and she went ahead and returned Teddy's wink when she happened to catch it. A part of her was still definitely very weirded out at the fact that, uh, Teddy was waiting on her family, but she figured she could push this aside and maybe try to act like a half-normal human being. Her parents still didn't even really know anything, considering they'd just met Teddy all of about four minutes ago or something like that. She wasn't exactly keeping anything a secret from her parents, but hey, if they'd never asked, she wasn't going to explain something that hadn't even yet transpired into something. She did kind of wonder if they were being obvious, though.
She flipped her menu and kind of glanced through random things, more than acutely aware that Teddy was looking at her. Of all the places to run into him outside of school, it kind of figured that it'd be here when she was with her parents and he was working. "Mm," she said just to fill the silence before answering, "I'll... have the fettucine with clams." She hesitated a moment before deciding that she probably wouldn't change her mind, nodded, and then added, "S'il vous plaît, monsieur," just for good measure. She was kind of torn between being really weirded out, really amused, and... kind of happy that she actually got to see Teddy. They hadn't actually spoken in person since summer break, and Skye got it, because in reality she knew it was no different than any of the other school years they'd hung out over breaks and then come back to school to months of silence again. She still felt somehow that things were kind of different now, though, even as she set her menu down and gave him a tiny smile. Her parents were going ahead with their orders -- some other pasta for her father, steak for her mother, and something about special fancy bread or something like that, but Skye... wasn't really paying that much attention. Mostly she watched Teddy instead, halfway under the pretense of just mild curiosity at having a friend as her waiter, even though she didn't even really know why. It was kind of ridiculous, being used to keeping up appearances.
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Post by tedster on May 15, 2012 18:12:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px;]When Skye's mom had given an embarrassed laugh and called him a charmer, Teddy knew he had it in the bag. Maybe that sounded a little manipulative, but truth be told, he was kind of nervous -- no one could ever tell when Teddy was nervous because he could play it off so well, and sometimes he thought that his nerves fueled his charisma. It was kind of a downfall of his, he thought, wanting to be liked by everyone. And in this case, Skye's parents were kind of even more important to him, seeing as he was kind of maybe sort of in love with their daughter. Even if they didn't really know that fact yet. Or did they? Teddy kind of doubted it, which was okay with him -- his parents didn't really know about Skye, either, and he had sworn his brother to secrecy the moment he had given his laptop back that day over the summer. Either way, he allowed himself to deflate a little with relief when her mother laughed at his compliment. Hopefully the blonde hair wasn't a big detraction on his behalf, either, but hey...even he had to admit, he looked pretty dang good with the blonde.
Enough attention on the mother, though, but he was having a pretty hard time concentrating on what his actual job was at that point. When had he seen Skye last, even? Like, really hung out? The obvious answer was summer break, which seemed like an entire lifetime ago, and he kind of hated that he would almost forget what her hair looked like and voice sounded like in the time between seeing each other again. He couldn't help but smile a little wider when she spoke, even though it wasn't even anything directed at him, nothing relevant at all. "Good choice, madamoiselle! I hear the clams are especially fresh today," |
[/color] Teddy beamed, noting it down in his little pad. After getting her choices for side dish, he (rather unwillingly) turned his attention to her parents. He noted the request for focaccia bread rather than the usual bread they gave out, making easy conversation about how the gnocchi Skye's father picked was his favorite dish the restaurant had to offer. He gathered up their menus and excused himself, bowing a little as he turned and walked away. He had already put the menus back in their place, tossed some focaccia into the oven to toast up a little, and was on his way into the kitchen to place their order when he looked it over and nearly facepalmed. He had been so preoccupied that holy hollyberries he was waiting on Skye and her family that he had failed to note which fettucine with clams Skye had wanted, as there were two different styles available on the menu. Quick as a ninja, he grabbed the bread from the oven and put it in a basket, then took a menu back to Skye's table. "I'm so sorry,"[/color] Teddy said as he placed the bread into the center of the tabletop. He turned to look at Skye afterwards, and he was pretty sure there was a healthy glow on his cheeks due to embarrassment. "I forgot to clarify, we have fettucine and clams in two different styles. One is a pesto aioli that's served chilled, and the other is a fra diavolo, which is spicy and a little sassy."[/color] Sassy? Sassy?! He would never let himself live that one down.[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by SKYE JESSICA FORD on May 19, 2012 21:51:57 GMT -5
He left after getting their orders, and her parents wasted no time in the usual questioning. Well, admittedly, it was mostly her mother, which would be lucky if the woman didn't easily do enough talking for two people anyway. It wasn't really anything completely surprising, though, but Skye did kind of wonder why she'd never gotten all this... talkativeness, not that that kind of thing was heretic. "Skye," her mother said, and the tone was seriously all too knowing for her to be comfortable. She decided to play dumb and see what happened. "Uh. Mom?" Her mom's words kind of caught her off guard, though -- "He's a Water elemental?" She hadn't really thought to mention this to them, really, probably because elements just weren't a big deal to them as an entirely mix-and-matched family. She wasn't even really sure how rare it was, because it didn't come up in conversation all too often, but she knew that there were a number of families who were really just one element and always had been -- Josh's, for instance, or Kael's. Skye didn't really see the appeal, and talking about elements was always weird with her parents, probably because if they'd been going to school together there would always be that strange threat of war at any time. "Yeah," she answered anyway, mostly just relieved that this hadn't turned into anything totally embarrassing. "Yeah, he's a Water." Teddy was probably easily-pegged by his personality. Her parents probably got the deal with the alliances too, having both attended the Academy, anyway, but it was probably a mark of how well they knew her that they didn't go on or ask more. She wondered if it really surprised them that she could be friends with a Water, though. Well... friends or something.
She still kind of jumped (just a little, hopefully not noticeably) when Teddy returned, way too quickly, with their focaccia. That was... kind of way too fast, actually, so somehow Skye wasn't surprised when he started with an apology and then suddenly tons of words, some of which were Italian, which didn't help her understanding either even though they were just the names of the dishes. She was about to ask him to calm down and start over -- he was kind of excitable sometimes -- when his last word made her do a double take. She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again, half-grinning at him."Did you just call the pasta sassy?" she asked, mostly just teasing. Okay, maybe that was a little mean considering his cheeks were just slightly pink (and it was kind of adorable, and oh god she got the feeling he was embarrassed or nervous or something and that just made her nervous too and damn it all, Teddy) -- but Skye had never actually claimed to be a nice person. "I'll have the... fra diavolo, I think? Who would I be to turn down a pasta with such personality?" She kind of giggled a little bit and then hated herself for it, but luckily her parents just seemed amused too... and Teddy was just Teddy. Skye couldn't think of any other words for him.
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Post by tedster on Jun 19, 2012 16:45:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px;]Let it never be said that Teddy's general attitude towards life wasn't strange. He knew that it was. He knew that he spent a lot of time doing and thinking about things no one really wanted to think about, for instance, like using appropriate adjectives to describe pasta meals on the Northern Lights menu. "I did indeed call the pasta sassy. If you order it, I think you'll find that it's exactly as sassy as I make it sound to be," |
[/color] Teddy smiled at her, positively positive that his cheeks were glowing and he was more than likely making an ass of himself. It wouldn't be the first time he did so in front of Skye, considering his weakness were pretty girls and Skye was, indeed, a pretty girl that he had all these gushy feelings for. When she did finally order the fra diavolo, he smiled graciously and winked at her. "I promise, you'll love it. If not, well...I'll make it up to you somehow!"[/color] Teddy sincerely hoped that it was as innocent as he genuinely meant it, but a quick sweep of his eyes around the table and he was reassured that none of them suspected anything ulterior. At least he hoped not. Teddy wasn't that kind of guy, thanks very much. As he walked back to the kitchen, he noted down the revision on the slip, pushing open the doors of the kitchen with his shoulder. "Order up!"[/color] Teddy called out as he handed the slip over to the sous chef, watching him stick it on the line. He pointed out a few substitutions on it and checked up on his orders for his other tables -- soups to table 15, salads just finished at 9, and soon his arms were full with various items to take outside, different dishes and appetizers for a wide array of tables, some of which weren't even his, but the kitchen staff had been ringing the bell to hurry the staff up to no avail. "Seriously, guys?"[/color] Teddy mumbled underneath his breath, hoisting the tray up and over his head -- it was really friggin' heavy, jesus -- and carefully walked out of the kitchen, hoping no one was on their way in or else shit was going to tumble all over the place. Spreading open a tray stand and settling the tray on it, Teddy began to inspect its contents. "Table 5 wanted the stuffed mushrooms..."[/color] Teddy muttered as he peered at the slips of paper, signifying which tables they went to. His co-worker passed him on the way, and Teddy grabbed his arm, shoving a plate with garlic bread on it at him to take to his own damn table. Honestly. Amateurs. He began to dole out the remaining appetizers, one by one until the tray was empty, grabbing it and putting the tray stand away. As he passed another co-worker on his way back to the kitchen, he whispered thanks -- Teddy told him he deserved half his tip. He got a whack on the head with a menu for that, though. Grabbing Skye's family's salad, he straightened himself out and left the kitchen again, making his way towards them, placing empty cold plates in front of each of them, then putting the large glass bowl of salad in the middle of the table. "Enjoy! Your food will be coming out relatively soon, but take your time, there's no rush at all."[/color] Teddy told them rather breathlessly, having been on the go for the past ten minutes straight. He felt kind of bad he didn't have time to stick around and chat, but the kids at his next table over knocked over their utensils again and needed yet another new fork. Really? Really. That table was going to use up an entire bin of clean forks alone.[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by SKYE JESSICA FORD on Jun 25, 2012 12:54:13 GMT -5
Okay, Skye would admit it, maybe she was just a little bit evil, because she was pretty sure that for some reason she was enjoying his embarrassment a little too much. It wasn't her fault, though, not really! Teddy was the one who'd gone and called a dish sassy, and he was also the one now with the faintest of pink glows around his cheeks, and it was kind of adorable but also kind of hilarious in the same way she found it hilariously cute when he squeaked after being poked in the sides. Skye would just try not to laugh at him now. He really was ridiculous. "I'd better like it then, if it's a promise," she said, eyeing him almost suspiciously. She did almost smirk a little bit when he suggested that he "make it up to her", though, but that probably hadn't even been the intention, and she could practically feel it going top speed over her parents' heads. That was probably lucky... and this would just be more ammunition to use against him later, or something like that. She kind of missed messing with Teddy... or maybe she kind of just missed Teddy in general. Skye wasn't going to admit if it was the latter... which it was not, thanks for asking.
She was simultaneously disappointed and relieved once he left -- disappointed because honestly, she didn't get to speak with Teddy in person enough as it was, but relieved because it was definitely bizarre with her parents there. She wouldn't really say that the two of them acted particularly differently now than they had before this past summer, but even so it was weird to introduce Teddy to them when, in all honesty, she didn't even know what to say about him herself. His disappearance again (she guessed that this was the dinner rush, after all) at least allowed their conversation to turn to other things. This meant, mostly, her mom sharing stories about everything that had been happening in Ottawa since she'd been gone. "... But you know how the mayor is, so it didn't end that well, things are pretty weird at school now," she was wrapping up about something that had happened at work -- she was a teacher -- when Teddy returned with their pretty enormous bowl of salad. He seemed pretty out of breath, and she felt kind of bad, but hopefully her family's presencet here wasn't too... bothersome. Her parents were thanking him and already complimenting the salad and what-not, but she took the opportunity while they were busy with the bowl to shoot a small smile at him. "Thanks. Don't forget to breathe, okay?" That was all she really got to say, though, because he was already running off again, and then her mom was asking why they'd never met this Teddy before, and Skye kind of wanted to melt away into the floor because she was pretty sure that she was blushing now too and seriously, she didn't even know why.
She was even pretty good at any variety of methods of hiding things from people, too, but it just felt shitty somehow when it was to her parents' faces, and when the person in question could pop up at any minute. "I don't know, it's always weird with the alliances and everything." At least, that was kind of the way it had been at first, but now that she thought about it, that might have been more about herself than anything else. Teddy probably had more in common with her parents than she did, actually, at least personality-wise. She could see it. She didn't really think that was the issue anymore, though... If anything, she wouldn't have wanted them to really meet Teddy until she had a more concrete idea of what this even was, this weird mess thanks to Academy students and their compulsive needs to hate one another. Skye just deflected any other questions, busied herself with the salad, and ignored the fact that okay... her mom was good at this whole figuring other people out thing and hey, Skye could be as good as she liked at withholding information, but against her own parents? She felt a heel -- mom, seriously? -- nudge her foot under the table once Teddy approached again, and she jumped a little. "Uh. Hi again." Seriously, her mom was like an excitable gossip monger of a teenager or something.
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