"Oh, I don't know," Kryschenn mused. Link was right, maybe there was the possiblility that it wouldn't work. But they had to try. "Maybe Cassandra's plan fo a little romance will be enough. Sure, Hank is apparently a stubborn blockhead when it comes to Sheila, but...well, call this feminine intuition, or not, because, 1.) I hate gender stereotyping, and 2.) I don't exactly come across as feminine in this swordswoman persona, but when we first entered the castle, there was this look that Sheila gave Hank that basically said she was just waiting on pins and needles for him to say ANYTHING about how he felt about her. And then, a minute later, when Cole looked like he may have been thinking about making some sort of overture towards Sheila, maybe even just to introduce himself, I don't know if anyone else noticed, but Hank gave him this glare that pretty much said Cole would get his neck wrung if he even tried it." She looked around at her companions, wondering if anyone else had noticed what she just pointed out, or if she was just crazy and seeing things because of wishful thinking.
Either way, what they were trying certainly couldn't hurt. And even if it didn't work, she would sure have an awfully wonderful time flirting with Hank. She smiled, wondering if Faira's mischeivous nature was rubbing off on her. "Which is why I'm asking Cole to help me give the two of them a kick in the pants if it comes down to it. A kick with the boot-print of jealousy on it."
Kryschenn cringed at her words. Well, THAT last sentence could certainly take the prize for Worst Metaphor of the Year.
