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SlytherinSistah 
Slowly and really quite gradually the wide eyed expression Cutty had previously been wearing slipped away to reveal a poised veering on judgey look. What was Beverly on about? Surfing...in America...with...NO AGAINST Jeremiah Walker. There'd be shark infested waters and riptides and brushes with death in the shoreline wilderness.
He was jealous.
"Nar I wont!" He retorted a bit too defensively. "And yew've never sehrfed a day in yer life, Beverly Wayne. What tiff a shark tries to eat yer?"
What was that look for now?
And she refused to believe he wouldn't miss her. They had that one almost touchy talk and she knew he was going to just as much as she was going to miss him. "Yeah you will and I will too." So THERE. Suck it up, Mordaunt.
Now he got her thinking that she was going to miss his coolness and that accent of his and--how DARE he? "I have too! I surfed in Australia--I'm quite good at it." Just FYI. "And a shark won't eat me." She was confident in that...at least, she had been.