Abby patted her leg softly, just nodding her head as she turned back to look at Tommy, her words lost as she saw him dive into the water and emerge.  She blinked, her mouth agape as the water ran over his fine muscles, his trousers soaked in the way that Valla had hoped for earlier.  Taking a deep breath, she fanned herself, "Thank Pelor for small miracles," she laughed as Tommy sat down in the water, seeming okay to just relax in the salty waves.  "Think he'll let me bathe him later?" she joked, chuckling as she cleared his head and returned to the topic at hand.<br/><br/>"I read and listen to enough stories to figure out how this will end.  Julian or Edgar will make a play against the other eventually.  Men and their need to prove their bigger than everyone else..." she laughed, nudging Abby with her shoulder playfully, as if they were discussing trivial matters, not island politics, "Saul could too, but do we really think he'd want to be in charge?  That leaves you, Tommy or Petre.  Heck, Petre wants alcohol and that's it.  So he's off the list.  That means you and Tommy..."  She paused and looked at her again, taking her hand in her own.<br/><br/>"Evil Abby time... what better way to eliminate the two of you than to make a play for you.  I know both of them known how Tommy looks at you.  So claim you, Tommy fights... two problems taken care of at once..."  She squeezed her hand again, setting it down in her lap.  "If you want my advice - take him somewhere - go on an overnight trip to explore more of the island for a few days.  Let people start to figure politics without the two trump cards hanging over everything."  She winked at her, implying a second idea involved, but then giggled again.  "If you'd told me two months ago I'd be so in touch with everything going on, I'd laughed at you.  But people like a friendly ear... and I'm that."