Anya grinned. "Of course. We know the younger generation does it better." Not a chance in hell. Dad and Uncle Rhodey could school their asses and they both knew it.
"Promise. No tabloids." A pause. "Well nothing for them to report on except us lounging in the sun."
Anya grinned. "Yes, well some of us would like to be a mutant menace. I got the short end of the gene pool around here."
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