So there he was, standing next to Vera, who was awkwardly looking away from Giselle, who was trying not to stare at the whole situation, while Levi stared at Vera, Liz stared at Lex and Nemo, who had turned his tattoo invisible, was staring at everyone.
For some reason, the situation felt more taxing and exhausting than painting a formation at the base of a dormant, crystal volcano.
"How about we all take a seat and get a handle on the situation?" Lex asked calmly, as if there was nothing wrong. Honestly, he was the only one in that situation still maintaining composure. Everyone else was already acting like children. Seriously.
