( his attempt at denial only earns a laugh from skye, a bright sound that turns heads of innocent passerbys who keep looking for the sake of the wobbling watermelon in her arms. it's a bit of a look, if she's honest, but she can't blame them. the watermelon is hilariously oversized. )

Oh, please. As if two drinks in you'd be satisfied with slapping some rainbow glitter on my hand?

( not that she's complaining, mind you. )

I have an idea about this watermelon, by the way. ( it's a terrible idea, but she's going with it. ) Want to chuck it off a roof and pretend to hope we don't hit anybody with it?

( she's such a grown up... )