Bobby ducked the paper airplane that Lennon had sent in his direction, chuckling as he opened his laptop up and logged into his email.
"You're toast, bro," he grinned.
"Like to see you try, Icypole," Lennon shot back, laughing.
Bobby shook his head, still grinning and skimmed over his emails, stopping when he got to Julie's. He read through it, then sent one back, while opening up another page to look at flight prices and times.
Hey Julie,
Am looking at flights right now... and am trying to work my head around prices and budgets and for an accounting student, I'm doing pretty poorly.
I have some stuff to do for school and over at Xavier's, I've agreed to some random experiment of Hank's... what can I say, I'm a sucker for that big blue guy - so the earliest I could get out there would be the 22nd of this month.
Is that cool with you and Zac and everything? I'll look up hotels closer to the date, because I've been told by everyone I know that you should wait in case deals come up. Or something.
Let me know and I'll book everything.
Looking forward to seeing my girls!
Bobby.
He hoped Julie wouldn't misinterpret the "my girls" comment, and after a moment's hesitation, he sent the email, then turned back and looked at Lennon.
"Alright, war time, buddy."