Feeling a little chorded

[Katherine Lorelia]

The blonde shrugged gracelessly. "Nah, that's just my Irish blood," she told him with a grin. Being a redhead wouldn't have suited Kitty at all; she'd heard somewhere that blondes had more fun, and since she was enjoying her life a great deal as it was, she had no desire to endanger that by any reckless experimentation with dyes. "And that's right. Keep on running... cause I'm always gonna catch you." She winked at the boy.

Of course, the truth in that was debatable. Small as she was, Kitty was streamlined and carried little weight, but at the same time, she was only small, and as such, she had short legs, which, it might be added, were not always entirely under her control, grace being an attribute of hers only discernible in the saddle.

"You, not an Eastwood fan?" she repeated, in genuine shock. "You're joking, surely? Next thing, you'll be telling me that what you're really into is chick flicks, and you think Bridget Jones' Diary is the best film ever."

[Kallistos Rolleston]

Kall laughed as he arched his eyebrows as he studied her. "Cat me huh? You telling me you have a rocket at the end of those tiny legs of yours?" He gave her a cheeky grin and went back to strumming on the guitar.

He pursed his lips together and shook his head with a shrug, Eastwood had never been a big thing in their house, which would probably have been a different story is his moms had been cheerleaders for the Dallas Cowboys. He curled his nose. "Nah, we're more of a Mamma Mia! family." He replied with a straight face; that is until a smile began tugging at the corners of his mouth. It was a good movie, and Saibh seemed to have a thing for Pierce Brosnan, and Amanda Seyfried was easy on the eyes. "Are you telling me that it's a cardinal sin to be horse crazy and not be a fan of Eastwood?" Now he was just teasing her again.