blinks. "...What. Why?"

this is a useless thing to be asking. It's Gilbert who always initiates the fights with his... her... whatever stupidity.

informs them that he's willing to place a bet on it.

wary...

what he's willing to bet on.

"Money, of course."

could use money...

money.

, "Well... how long? And how much?"

five days is good (because Meg is leaving next Friday!), and a hundred Euros would be nice to make out of it.

nods. "Fine. I could use 100 Euros."

adds, "you can't just avoid each other. You have to spend time with each other and *not fight*."

doesn't know if this is worth it.

stares at him. "....what. I'm not going to *spend* time with her!"

"Well, you can't *avoid* her to win this bet."

that's unfair!

also thinks so!

claps. "Look! You two are agreeing already. How about if I lessen it to four..?"

scowls at him.

if she could get something out of this, other than money. (as in: annoying Gilbert.)

holds out his hand to shake. "So is it a deal?"

stares at him. "...Two hundred."

holds a firm stare. "One-twenty-five."

crosses her arms. "One-seventy-five."

shakes his head. "One-fifty."

huffs. "Fine. Deal."

shakes his hand.

spits in her hand, then shakes his.

frowns, rubbing his hand on Prussia's sleeve. He pulls out a contract. "And sign."

yelps, jumping back, trying to rub her sleeve off of the spit. She then stares at the contract. "Whaaaat? No!"

him a confused look. "Why..?

it's ridiculous.

it's reasonable, and smart.

it's over the top.

doesn't take chances.