"Change our mind? Are you kidding? I'm so looking forward to the day when you know James T Kirk is not Darth Vader's son... and now, I can hopefully finally subject you to many hours of seeing the legends of both Star Trek and Star Wars unfold!" He was hopeful but doubtful. Very few people on this earth, he knew, were more stubborn than the lovely Anna. Standing, James yawned and stretched. Turning to Ethan, "What time do you plan on being there tomorrow? I'll try to get my stuff packed as well, hopefully to meet you there."<br/><br/>Turning to Anna, "You don't mind if I bring all my furniture, do you? Just a few couches, a giant king-size bed, and wow... all that junk I have in my garage." Grinning as he finished, James was hoping she knew he was kidding. Deadpan, he could always sound. Yet letting the grin escape was always his downfall, when joking.<br/><br/>Noticing her constant strange looks his way, James furrowed his eyebrows, mouthing 'What?' with a shrug. Hoping she wasn't having second thoughts, or worried she was going to be an inconvenience, he pulled the chair close, grabbing her hand. "What we are doing is what any great friends would. Just as we are here, now, can you imagine us not trying our best to help you out?" Smiling, "Anyway, Ethan and I still have to pull straws to see who has the duty of sleeping in your room, to keep guard." Sticking out his tongue, James wondered if she had any clue how his mind then wandered. Oh yes, gorgeous, I'd practically give an am and a leg to sleep at your side. "How's your leg feeling, by the way?"