"Sorry... sorry, I'm sorry... You didn't laugh at me, I shouldn't laugh at you..." Her lower lip curled under her top lip as she tried to contain her laughter. It was just too funny... too ironic... too beautiful to pass up the opportunity. "So..." Her first words started off with a laugh, which we  quickly silenced by a gentle clearing of her throat. "So, uhm... what's the plan? If we even still have one." Yang wouldn't lie, the prospect of going to the convention was looking slimmer and slimmer, considering they were in one room. She had a hard enough time keeping Yang suppressed now, she figured in a day or so, Yang would be all that was left, Max shoved to the wayside.<br/><br/><br/><br/>What about that made it hard, you ask? Well, Max had a long standing dream for some time to spoon with Sveta while fingering her... and he felt his resolve holding that dream in check vastly fading. He kept his mind on the slight electrical buzz coming from the phone. "I mean... uhn... do you still wanna go? I think I've got to... for some reason 'photo shoot' is comin'  to mind..."