"Nah. Who knows what they'll turn into when this place goes tropical again," Kate quips back, the war of way too many emotions briefly visible in her eyes, then submerged again into a more playful smirk.

She handed off the darts to the girl, not in a hurry to do the name thing so not bothering to ask. "Besides, I'd hate to have to shoot some jackass for not being able to keep his eyes or his hands to himself." Which held no matter which of them won. Except the shooting part. She'd probably just break a finger or two.