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[lena_mccoy]

[On a swing, but not swinging.]

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[lena_mccoy]

[And when that happens, although she won't admit it at a later time, Lena screams rather loudly, and on a rather high pitch, grabbing at the chains. Then it occurs to her that it's not some sort of disaster, just her Jaime, and she turns her head to look at her, trying to scowl while her body tries to laugh. It's an interesting conflict, to say the least.

[lena_mccoy]

Jaime. What the devil are you doing?

[rightawaydoctor]

[She plops down on the swing next to her and starts swinging.] How's it going?

[lena_mccoy]

[Lena raises an amused eyebrow at Christine. Of course the girl would take to swinging.] All right. You enjoying our afternoon in the sun?

[rightawaydoctor]

[She tilts her face up towards the sun.] Sure am. Why aren't you swinging though? If you came out here to sit, I'm sure there's benches around. You're wasting a perfectly good swing, you know.

[lena_mccoy]

I'm a grown woman, Christine. I can't swing. [Never mind that she wanted to and that was precisely why she was sitting here.]