to burst when you concentrate hard, or to the point where your nose doesn't bleed. Though it looks like you've been pretty good at it lately. Like that blurry-camoflauge thing. That was pretty creative." She winks at him. At the last, she shrugs. "It was interesting, but people outside of the scientific community would find it pretty dry. New Hampshire's got some -great- seafood though." She opens up her suitcase, and digs in, and produces, of all things, a stuffed beanie baby lobster with sunglasses and a sombrero. She grins, and hands it to Drake. "To remember me by," she teases.

Grinning, Drake takes the lobster and wiggles it about in his fingers. "That's really cute." He says with an amused look on his face. "I haven't had aa small smile. She reaches out to tug a lock of blonde hair away from his forehead, pressing a light kiss upon it. "And I'll pray for you. You know that. I'm just hoping that and everything else is enough." She takes a step back. "Say hi to your mom for me. And be careful."

"I will. She wants to know when you're gonna come over for dinner. She's also dying to meet Claire." Drake says as he hugs her back, giving her nose a bump with his. "I'll be careful, promise." He steps out the window and onto the fire escape, then leaps off it, hitting the ground with a quick tuck and roll, then starts off down the street, keeping to the lights, since the dark may