[ Even before knocking up his ex, she's pretty sure she could've gotten him to do nearly anything, batting her eyes the right way. It would feel unfair, but she's never had much resistance for him, either. ]

I'll have to think about it. Maybe I should build up some credit, just in case,

[ she teases, pressing herself against him; she's not actually necessarily looking to start anything-- though, God, that's one of the weird parts of this, the way her hormones have gone into overdrive. The last time, she'd been too busy to even register how frustrated she was; it's infinitely better having him here beside her.

She twists so she can kiss his jaw. ]

It's probably a piece of driftwood, you know. [ The infamous photograph. ]