As the three went on with their moment of mirth, Allen and Lance only watched them in silence.
"Angelica was probably talking about his height," the red head mumbled, an amused smile gracing his features.
Lance then looked at him with a tinge of disbelief. He wasn't surprised that their jibber-jabbers were centered around their leader's lack of centimeters, though. What he felt a bit rubbed off about was the fact that Allen could tell just by watching from the sideline. That entertained look on his face gave him the impression that he's already that close to the three, an expression that slightly differed from when he's talking about his masters. Being able to come up with that comparison was saying a lot since that could only mean that Allen had probably fostered a new, deeper kind of affection.
"But of all people, it's her? You gotta be kidding..." Lance silently thought, turning to peer at Eli who's still in the middle of bantering with Hal.
