"I think anyone would be a goner if they fell off a mountain, Jason." She wriggled out of his grip.
He shrugged, smirking. "I'd have a better chance of survival than you."
She scoffed. "Yeah, whatever you say. You'd sink right into the snow with that big head."
"Something to keep me anchored," he said. "You'd fly right away, like a little cometa."
" I would not." She stood, hands on hips. "I mean, look at all this." She motioned to her arm.
"Look at what?" He said, poking her non existent muscles that she always argued were there.
"Muscle, duh." She said, pushing up her underarm flab with her fingers.
"Muscle weighs more so I wouldn't 'fly away' like a whatever you said."
"Okay, I believe you," he said, not very convincingly . In a blink, She was hoisted into his arms and thrown over his shoulder.
"Nope, would definitely fly away." What was with the prestige all being stubborn arses? I give up she thought.
