- You knew? - Oh Mitchell, Annie is many things but subtle

she is not. You've rescued her from hell. That kind of thing tends to turn a girl's head.

- And how long have you known? - What? I don't know, couple of weeks, pretty much since she came back, and for future reference,

no one says "fancy" anymore. - And you didn't think to tell me?

- Uhm, no, because i'm not twelve. Did you... did you seriously not pick up on any of this,

that whole... guardian angel business... - Okay, so she hasn't actually told you.

- Oh well, we are twelve, aren't we. No she hasn't told me she "fancies" you, she doesn't

need to, her body language is deafening. - Jesus... what a mess.