<div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/Interchanging_by_ranp101-1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_color" style="background-color: beige;"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="text-decoration: overline;"><em>.::. Tragan Nathanial Mitchelle .::.</em></span></span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_color" style="background-color: beige;">.::. Being a bit evasive .::.<br/>.::. Tagging: Brianne &amp; Will .::.</span></span></span></div><br/>Tray was still eating, even as his cousins left for that bit of air Lee had suggested.  He watched them go, while he chewed, savoring each bite, and contemplating whether or not he would be able to ask Wyatt for a doggie bag without having to answer uncomfortable questions about the state of his kitchen; or more specifically, his fridge.  Just as he decided that he probably could manage it, and maybe a little something more for Austin, since he was missing dinner anyway, his attention was drawn back to Brie.  He smiled at her, since her words pretty much matched his thoughts perfectly, even if he knew by the expression on her face that she would be taking this more seriously than he would, not that there was anything wrong with that; more power to her.  At the mention of Will, his expression sobered.  If truth were known, he was a bit ashamed of himself.  He had been a bit distant with Will, not because of any argument they may have had, but because he had been distant from most of his family recently.  It was bad enough that he had gone so long without getting into contact with Brie, but being reminded of Will only made him feel worse.  His eyes dropped to his plate, before rising back towards his twins face.<br/><br/><strong>Actually, I didn't realize until just now, but I haven't seen him in a while either.  I'll just text him now to see if he'll be showing up for dinner before it's all gone.</strong>He Felt guilty, and so he actually put down his fork long enough to pull out his cell, and punch in a short text message.  "<em>Hey Will, coming to dinner tonight at the Manor?  Wyatt made Lasagna.</em>"  It was probably one of his longer text's, but hopefully their little brother would get it before dinner was over.  If he missed it, than they could always make some time tomorrow to meet up.<br/><br/>"<strong>Sent.  If he doesn't get back to us in time, we can always just meet up tomorrow.</strong>"  He raised a questioning brow at Brie, maybe he could talk her into buying lunch.  The thought had a mischievous grin spreading over his face, when thoughts of food, and Brie, gave him a better idea.  It would be much better if he could talk her into making them lunch instead of going out.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>