Ami finished mixing the pancake batter more vigorously than called for, muttering in an odd-mixture of French, Portuguese and Italian, saying words that she didn't even realize she knew. She tried very hard to not glare at the pouty blond, who clearly hadn't heard a word Ami uttered earlier, taking her aggravation out on the batter.

At least *that* relieved her of her mortification and embarrassment of earlier.

"Not like Daniel and Chloe, whoever the hell that is, are the only people who mentioned a notebook and a plane crash," Ami grumbled under her breath as she stalked over to the stove with the large bowl of pancake batter.

(What the bleeding hell was I doing? Talking to keep my brain cells firing?)