"Probably? But remember, I'm bringing a minion with me," Dinah pointed out. "So it's inevitable. Wait for a time to escape us, then run."

See, it all comes back to the running!

"Is that some kind of a challenge?"

"Damnit. I am so going to need another bribe in there... or guilt. Maybe guilt will keep her running before the cakes can be eaten. I've been helping her do stuff in Texas, she owes me."

Well, in that way they owed each other lots and Dinah hadn't looked on it as a favor, but hey, retroactive guilt! o make them run! Keep them healthy!

Dinah blew a raspberry at him, grinning over the phone. "You say evil, I say... benign dictating. Yes." She nodded hard. "And we're gonna do this soonish. Especially since pretty soon we'll be parading through Glacia, trying to drum up public support after that. So. Keep your running shoes ready."

That pout wouldn't work if Priestly couldn't see it, Dinah.

But she couldn't help doing it anyway.

"Pleeeease. Because I want you to be in great shape to run away from Fandom craziness this summer, while I'm here in Glacia and can't watch your back and your front? Pleeease be ready to run?"

"Yaaaay. Thank you, Priestly." 'Cause she might be poking and prodding and nudging him for his own good, but bullying would be uncool. And 'cause he thought she was cute, sure. "I'll see you soon. Love you."