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Naomi forced herself not to laugh as well as not to stare in shock; wow, who was the deprived child now?

"You really dont know?" she said, almost amazed. After all, even the non-computer-savvy people at least know what Youtube is. This is shocking, unbelieveable, scary. "I'll have to show you later then; it's important to know!"

Upon hearing Madeline talk about vlogging and mentioning the status of Naomi up there , she turned pink. So Madeline DID see that; let's just hope that she didn't sound too whiny on her vlogs. They were mainly her let out fustration/tell about good times method.

"It's nothing huge, just takes alot of work." she said quickly, trying to remove the pinkness but failing.

Madeline grinned. She gave him her username and fled the room before she could retaliate. Not that she would. She paused, then went back. "I nearly forgot about the tour." She pointed the camera at Markus. "Well?"

Emily looked at Alykzander with the unreadable but oddly intense eyes of someone who is accustomed to the protection being looked through instead of really looked at. Why on earth did his tone change so much when he spoke to her? There was something close genuine affection in his voice when he spoke to Naomi; what on earth had she done to secure his animosity? Oh, right; the apron business the previous evening.

It had taken her this long to crush the nasty impulse to say 'yes' to the tour out of pure spite, as it was beyond obvious he wanted her to decline. Instead she smiled her slight, enigmatic smile and gave the answer he had been hoping to hear. “Well, have fun," she said lightly, pulling out her laptop. She might as well write there as anywhere else. "Oh, Madeline,” she added, “I’d like my book back when you get the chance.” She hoped it wasn’t already ruined or lost in a sea of Japanese comics.

Alyekzander chuckled lightly as Madeline said... wait. Sprinkled Muffin? He blinked and looked down at Naomi. Sprinkled Muffin. It was so sugar saturated cute it could give him Diabetes. "Sprinkled Muffin." He mused aloud, a small amused smile tugging at his lips.

Emilie's much anticipated response drew his attention and his relief. But that quiet little smile of hers? What was she thinking? For that was, most assuredly, a thinking woman's smile. He might have stood there puzzling over it, but Markus had already shoved off. "Good day, Miss Beauvais." Alyekzander said to Emilie with a curt nod, expression thoughtful as he turned to follow his brother.

Either she really was quite the puzzle or she really did intuitively know how to get under Alyekzander's skin. Damn her to Hell, why would he care what she was thinking any way? The last time he was certain what she was thinking, it was quite vividly clear that she viewed him as an interloper. Of all the nerve!

At that moment, Domanik returned home, and after seeing that his car would be protected from all but willful vandalization, he headed indoors. He didn't even bother being rude as he came inside and found everyone by the front door. He even genuinely smiled at Alyk, before hastily beating a retreat upstairs. He retruned Markus's keys to their place on his dresser, and secured himself in his room, door locked, and double checked. He had gotten some nice footage today.

"Oh dear, Dom's in a good mood," said Mark, as he beheld with unbelieving eyes, the fact that Domanik had passed up the opportunity to torment not only himself but the sisters. "We'll have to check the news later to see who he's maimed...or killed," he joked.

Naomi was sort of sad that Emily decided not to join them; it was as if something (or someone) in the group was some sort of interfierence to the girl. Since Markus seemed to be the most outgoing here, she was making a guess that it was Alyekzander. It would explain his strange mood changes. But this was still bad for Emily, since Alyek seemed to be warming up to everyone else alot better. Perhaps Emily would have better luck with one of the other brothers.

Speaking of which, she mentally grumbled (yet not removing the normal expression off her face; years of acting class had done much) to herself as she heard the boy try out her username aloud for amusement. Why did Madeline have to tell him?! Oh well, it's probably safer that way then to try out all sorts of videos; many by some users would scar the boy for life.

But it was good-weird as well; he was almost smiling. Strange; she wasn't the outgoing one. She was the one who'd pass in the school halls without a word to any stranger, unless accompained by one of her close friends.

Then they finally started the tour (to Markus' happiness; by the sound of it, his dad figured they would chat too much to get anything done). At first, it was Domanik who passed them first, looking.......in a good mood? Sort of creepy; heaven knows what he did. But she had to put her hand over her mouth to muffle the giggles that were emerging as a bunch of Erika's group of girls was being led by the butler to Dom's room. Oh goodness, if he had no idea, that would be a priceless expression.

Domanik had just gotten settled to work when there was a knock on his door. That was okay. It'd take a few minutes for him to boot up his computer, open the editing program, and upload his footage, so he had time for a visitor. With no thought fo caution he opened the door to find a swarm of girls. More sisters? He had thought there were only five, and he didn't see the faces of any of the girls from dinner last night. "Do I...know you?" He asked.

"My name is Erika," a girl in the back said. And, before he could comment on how unuseful that information had been, she added. "We're friends of Madeline." Dom smiled. This was perfect. He didn't even bother wondering why her friends were outside of his door.

"Perfect! All of you, come in, come in! I haven't a moment to spare." Heuged them all into his room, even pulling one of the girls in the front by her arm. "I have an idea for a surprise for Madeline. I could use your help." The door swung closed once more, a 'Do Not Disturb' sign swinging from the doorknob.


Markus led his siblings to the tennis court. "This is the tennis court. No one really plays anymore. Not regularly at least. Though, if you're interested, I'm sure we can arrange to have someone teach you." He pointed to a small building between the main house and the court. A covered walkway led from it to the house. "That's the gym. Once again, you're free to use it as you wish, and if you really want it, you can have a personal trainer. I never understood the concept myself, but to each his own, I guess."

Adrienne shuddered, her face pulled into a mask of intense dislike. All this sporty stuff made her want to highjack the nearest Twinkie truck and devour everything inside, post haste. She was most definitely not a tennis, or any sport or workout type-thing, kind of girl. It was horrifying, absolutely horrifying that they would have an in home gym. "I do believe that offends my delicate female sensibilities."