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There was really no way for her to know that her question may have rubbed him the wrong way, so she honestly wasn't trying to be malicious. She had stopped trying to find ways to hurt him a long time ago, finding that it wasn't worth all the effort. It had just become exhausting after a while, being so angry at him all the time. She felt she had every reason to be, after everything that had happened between them - him asking her to marry him and having her move to Montrose with him before eventually falling out of love with her.

Still, that was all in the past. There was no need to keep rubbing salt into wounds that had started to heal.

When he mentioned family pictures, Savannah's brows furrowed together, turning to look at what he was gesturing at. She leaned in a little closer to read the name, and then her eyes lifted to look at the witch the name belonged to. When he spoke again, she looked over at him, letting out a snort at his inappropriate joke.

"It runs in the family," she said with another smirk, though once she realized what it was she was saying, she turned away from him to focus her attention on the photographs of his grandmother. She shifted her weight, removing one of her hands from her pocket in order to tuck some hair behind her ear - a nervous habit that she had always possessed.

“Did she teach you how to play? Looks like she could have shown you a thing or two,” she said with deep admiration for the witch as she watched he zoom around. Savannah had always been into sports, but she had never considered herself to be a good enough player to join a professional league. Writing had always been her passion, anyway. “You may have her looks, Wadcock, but you didn’t inherit have her grace.” Again, she was just teasing, and she looked over at him with another faint smile to make that clear.