All she heard was "let's do the coaster!" and then Elliot's hand was grabbing hers and Dea felt more than slightly like that cat with the flower on its head as a deep voice-over spoke, "THE PROPHECY IS TRUE" and then the cat went spinning into the galaxy.
Not what she had expected. And also she kind of felt like she wanted to run away and hide in a corner and never talk to anyone eVER AGAIN out of pure embarrassment.
So when Elliot dropped her hand and started talking, Dea sighed in relief because that was way, way too much for her thirteen-year-old brain to handle. "You didn't eat? Well, I guess that'll keep you from throwing up on the coaster if you feel nauseous. Did the caffeine at least succeed in keeping you awake?"
And then, the question she'd been waiting for. She was practically bouncing up and down in excitement. The big secret she hadn't told a single soul since she got to RMI this year.
"You remember that email I sent you over the summer, about how my aunt got me a dirt bike as a late birthday present?" Deagret replied with a very slowly growing, very dangerous looking smile. She reached into her inside jacket pocket with one hand and fiddled with her earrings with the other as she glanced around to make sure no one was watching. She really couldn't afford anyone to notice and take the bike away from her. That would probably be bad and her aunt would not be happy in the slightest.
She finally retrieved the tiny dirt bike and held it between her thumb and forefinger proudly. "Elliot, meet Susan. Guess what I did?" Her smile was practically devious at this point.