"Mmm.... yeah..." She mused. "But let's face it, Sam... the money." None of them could deny that the money was a<em>powerful</em>lure. "And - uh -  Bumblebee's the bike." A couple of the shots were her on her bike - both with and without helmet. "But you're right. Three years, and I go back to normal. No one owns me."<br/><br/>"I do!"<br/><br/>"Silence." Yang shot Ruby an evil look. Minutes passed in stilted silence as everyone waited for their food. Yang's and Ruby's arrived first, with Blake's mother trailing behind her with Sam's. It was a lot to take in, getting used to answering to a new name, a new life... all these pictures of her on the internet in various stages of clothed... but hey... it was three years. Yang could do three years. They ate in relative silence and by the time they were done, Yang was well good ready to lie down for a nap. "Exhausted..." She mused, leaving Blake a sizable tip (thrity dollars sizable) and the trio headed out. "Look... Sam... I need to lie down. We'll talk more tomorrow... but I'm beat..."<br/><br/>"Carrying around all that boobage gets tiring..." Ruby chimed in.<br/><br/>"Hey, you little mouse..." She scooped her sister up and slung her over her shoulder like a package.<br/><br/>"Nuuuu! Ya~ang! Put me down!"<br/><br/>"Just... you know... stay off Skype for a bit, okay? Don't need you being... me'd..."<br/><br/>They parted ways at Max's Now Yang's house with Sam heading home and Yang and Ruby going inside. Cinder wasn't supposed to swing by for another few days this week, so she had time for a nap. With the day winding to a close, Yang stripped down to her sleeping pajamas and flopped face-first into bed. "Uuuugh... what a day..."