Turning, Megan grinned at him. "What? I thought I made a cute Girl Scout... Plus I would whoop some real butt at knot tying and rope making."

She plucked at the stolen badge sash, and squinted at one of the small circular badges. Starting fires was badge worthy? That was good to know... Winding her thread around her hand, she flicked the last bit of goopy mud from one shoe and turned back around. "Well, I suppose a change would be good. But you'll have to make sure that kid is gone..." She frowned, and rubbed at her shin with a foot.

"She's got one hell of a kick." Snorting, she started following the line back out, wondering how long it would take to get mud out of her hair. There was also the lingering thought of what she would have done if the role had been reversed, and if the boy had fallen in instead. A peek over her shoulder showed him getting to his feet. She probably would have thrown rocks at him and gloated... and then helped him up..... maybe.

>>"Well, I suppose a change would be good. But you'll have to make sure that kid is gone... She's got one hell of a kick."

"Yeah, cry me a river." Gawain chuckled, folloring the not-girl-scout as she followed the thread "I'll take care of her, don' worry. Just 'cuz ya're a mutant and we don' need more trouble in this school than we can create ourselves."

Once they were out of the hedge maze, he took the lead and lead her back inside through the back door, then up the stairs to his room. Nudging the door open, he let her in, rummaging around till he found a set of Maya's clothes, tossing them at Charlotte.

"There ya go." he blinked at the clothes "Um. Just... don't ask." he decided to avoid the topic of gender shifting for now "Ya're free to use the bathroom, and I guess I can't stop you from bailing once ya're done, but I wouldn't mind if ya were still here when I get back."

With that, he left her to herself, hoping Speedy wouldn't chose this particular day to come home from vacation, and walked out through the mirror to join the little girl in the hall, and give back her cookies.

With a grin fixed in place, she caught the clothes and held they out at arms length for an inspection. Not bad, a little plain for her tastes, but it was better than the muddy mess she was currently decked out in. She shrugged, giving him no response as to whether she would still be there or not when he got back, and waited for him to leave the room- surprisingly Via a Mirror, before she stood and sauntered her way into the bathroom. One short, much appreciated shower later (because she felt totally comfortable using his facilities) she exited in the new clothing and tucked the muddy bunch in itself. The bundle was plopped on the floor next to the door after she made sure it wouldn't leave a stain on the floor.

Megan plopped onto what she assumed was his bed, seeing as there were two, and crossed her legs in front of her as she ran her fingers through her hair. Her eyes scanned the furniture, and landed on the dresser he had rifled though. With a small whistle, she called her now clean spiders from the bathroom, all of which were not happy at all with being forcibly removed from her hair with help from shower water. They grumped their way around the room, exploring, and Megan's eyes fell on the dresser again. The urge was too great... She wanted to rifle through it too! even more so since he had told her not to ask... Standing swiftly, she moved over to the dressed, opened the drawer he had been in, and had herself a look around.

One short whistle later, she plopped herself back down on the bed and re-crossed her legs. Either the kid was a collector of women's clothing and other things, or he liked to wear them himself... She squinted, and ordered her underlings to search the room for high heels and wigs. She glanced at the opposite bed, and her grin turned cheeky. Maybe the kid wasn't a pervert or a dragster at all, maybe he shared the room with a member of the fairer sex. Maybe a giiiirlfriend. Oh, she'd have to tease him relentlessly. Continuing to comb her hair, she turned her attention back to the mirror, and pondered what kind of power would allow one to just... disappear... into it.

Gawain returned a few minutes later, and he was honestly surprised to find the girl scout still in his room. He half expected to find the room empty at best, robbed and covered in spiderwebs at worst. Boy would that piss Speedy off.
But no, Charlotte was still there, clean and dressed in Maya's clothes, sitting on his bed.
Oh well.

"All taken care of" he sighed, kicking the door in but not completely closing it. Just in case. Just in... lots of cases.

"The little girl got her stuff back, or at least what was left of it, and she's on her way home. With some luck she won't start spreadin' gossip about nasty mutants an' their schools."

Walking over to his bed, he plopped down next to the girl scout, momentarily out of things to say.

"Do you take your spiders to the shower with you?..." where the hell did that come from? "Jus' curious."

She pulled a face at the mention of the girl getting her cookies back, and plopped back to stare at the ceiling. "Boy, this bed sure is comfy." She snuggled in, and turned her eyes his way- she was much to lazy to turn her head long with. "The kid doesn't know i'm a mutant, so your little school here is safe from lawsuits and getting egged by scout troops. " It was the truth, for once. She hand't needed to shed any spiders in order to run off with a cart full of cookies and a set of clothes... She had needed a neatly set up rope trap though, in order to get a flailing kicking girl to hand over her things. The spider queen felt an odd moment of deep reflection at her own actions, but then it passed. Like heartburn.

"Do you take your spiders to the shower with you?..."

Her mass of spiders in the courner grumbled silently amongst themselves, and she grinned. "Gotta wash them somehow, otherwise you'd have lots of little muddy footprints all over your walls." She glanced at the shivering pile of spiders. Poor things... "Of course, they don't actually shower with me." She shot a catty glance his way, and winked. "I only shower with people."

>>"Gotta wash them somehow, otherwise you'd have lots of little muddy footprints all over your walls."

"Yea that makes sense, an' I appreciate the thought." gawain murmured, following her gaze to look at the spiders. They didn't look very cheerful, all soaked like that. How doesone go about washing a spider anyway? If she wants it to survive the process without drowning, that is.
I hope she didn't use my toothbrush.
...
I hope she used Speedy's.

Charlotte answered the question.

>>"Of course, they don't actually shower with me. I only shower with people."

A word or two got stuck in Gawain's throat for a split second, and, embarrassing or not, he did miss a beat. Just one.

"So, ya don' share a room with anyone but ya'd share the shower?" he chuckled, waving the topic away "Ya'll have to work on that. So, how do you like our humble home so far?"

"Showers and rooms are completely different."

For example, she didn't get the urge to smother people who snored in the shower. While he asked her how she liked the place so far, she sat up and got to her feet, hopping down to throw herself on the other bed. Another thing she didn't like sharing, Beds. "What's not to like?" She questioned back. "You've got a kitchen, many places to lounge, TV, and a garden with pitfalls and deathtraps."

Her eyes shifted his way, and she smirked. "Not to mention cross dressing students." She sighed happily, and rolled over onto her back, tucking her arms under her head. Unfortunatly, she had a place to stay already. Complete with a very entertaining roommate.

"All I need to do is find a dark corner and make a nest." She raised a hand and casually pointed into a corner. "I think I like that one."

>>"Showers and rooms are completely different."

Gawain couldn't argue with a statement like that. It was true. Although there were things that tied the two together, he decided that was not a path of thought he wanted to follow right now.

>>"You've got a kitchen, many places to lounge, TV, and a garden with pitfalls and deathtraps."

Nod nod nod. Grin. Nod.

>>"Not to mention cross dressing students."

N...

Gawain stared at the girl scout on Speedy's bed.

"Whadda... didya search my room, or what?!"

>>"All I need to do is find a dark corner and make a nest. I think I like that one."

She didn't seem to have heard the question. Gawain automatically followed her gaze to the corner.

"Oh no. No no no. Ya ain't movin' in here, I've already got a roommate, thank you very much."

Her smirk only widened, and she wiggled around on the bed to fully face him- effectively messing up speedy's bed sheets and pillows. Her expression, somewhat catty- if she did say so herself, showed her thoughts on the matter of room searching and the like.

"Why not? I could drag in a bunk bed and you'd never notice I was here." She flicked her eyes at her ball of spiders in the corner, and they grumpily started to march up the wall. "Besides, you'd never have another bug problem."

Moving onto the other outburst, she waggled her feet in the air behind her and plopped her chin into her hands. "I doubt the sports bra's are needed. You have less than an A cup, I'm sure." Another blink, and she pursed her lips. "I can't complain about the jeans though. That cut could make anyone's butt look great." She blinked at her spiders, calling for them to pause, and got them to skitter about until they spelled the words. 'Some pig. Then she blinked at Gawain again. "Brownie points if you can guess where that's from."

Gawain frowned at the girl. She was positively annyoing. Not the 'I kinda like her' kind of annyoing. Just. Plain. Annoying.

The young knight turned to glance at the spider letters, then turned back to her.

"Charlotte's Web. So what?" he shrugged "Ya're still makin' stuff up."

He was smirking again. She did search his room. What a surprise.

"All right, so you got me." he sighed, plopping down on his back just to hung his head off the bed upside down and look at her from that point of view.
Nope. Still annoying.

"I'm a werewoman. On full moon nights I turn into a girl, and PMS the heck outta everyone who comes near." he growled in a mock menacing voice "And when the clock strikes midnight, I gotta scoot, an' all I leave behind is a sports bra. Happy now?"

"Does that mean a silver coated Midol will kill you?" She blinked, and sat back up, whistling shortly at her babies. They paused, in the process of spelling out a few dirty words on the walls, and dropped to the floor. The small horde skittered her way, crawling up the bed to take shelter in her somewhat dry hair and shirt, and she crossed her legs again.

Her eyes landed on the boy across the room, and she stuck her tongue out at him. "Maybe someday your prince will show up bearing one of those dropped sports bras, and the two of you can elope to Paris." With an innocent blink, she started humming one of the songs she could remember from Cinderella. After a few moments, she stopped, and blinked up at the wall. She had left her room unguarded, open. No doubt there would be little bugs hiding all over in there. "All of that mumbo jumbo aside, I told you I owe you." The humor fell out of her voice for a moment, and she returned her icy eyes to the ceiling.

"Gotta tell me what you want, or I might forget." Not to mention the verbal contract would disappear once she stepped foot out the door.

>>"Maybe someday your prince will show up bearing one of those dropped sports bras, and the two of you can elope to Paris."

Gawain twisted his lips into a frown.

"Geez, I do hope not. I might be a gender shifter, but I'm nt fond of princes in either form."
Besides, the whole sports bra thing... just sounded ridiculous. Not to mention... Paris? Gawain never really considered visiting Paris. There were many other places he liked more. Not like he'd visited any of those either.

>>"All of that mumbo jumbo aside, I told you I owe you. Gotta tell me what you want, or I might forget."

Gawain stared at her for a few moments before he turned around and sat up on his bed.

"I don't 'want' anythin' from you." he shook his head "I'm just bein' friendly here. But if you really wanna feel better about me savin' your pretty *ss from the pit, dunno, you could tell me about yourself, I guess. Ya're not a girl scout. So, what are you?"

She blinked. He wanted to know about her? How... incredibly easy. She squinted for a moment, concentrating on forming a good handful of small spider creating bumps in her mouth- along the inside of her cheeks, then sighed and propped her arm up on her knee with her chin in her hand. "... About me huh?" She pursed her lips in thought and turned to stare at the wall. "Well, there's not much to know about me. I used to live in Minnesota, with my brother. Both he and I were forced to leave home when our powers kicked in... Mom and dad didn't much like us being mutated devil spawn."

She tinkered with the bottom of her borrowed shirt for a moment, having paused to collect her thoughts, then continued. "I guess getting rejected by my own flesh and blood caused me to have social issues. I had to see a therapist for a while and he told me I act out to get attention because of the deep longing I have to be-" Her lips twitched, and she fought back a grin. "- loved..." Megan paused, turning a solemn expression his way, and frowned. "Sorry if that was too much information..."

She sighed again, and lifted her hand, gesturing as she continued. "Anyway, we moved here a few years ago and started to pick up the pieces." The story of her life. Edited real special like for her captive audience. She felt the prickle of nearly ready bumps on her back and shoulders, and waited for a response. She'd show him exactly what she was once her babies were ready....

>>"I had to see a therapist for a while and he told me I act out to get attention because of the deep longing I have to be... loved..."

Up until that sentence, Gawain almost believed her. It was the basic mutant kid with human parents story, leaving home and all, not unlike Twyla did. It still sounded strange to him. Moments like this, Gawain always felt kind of lucky. Even with Mom gone, he still had more family than that.

But Girl Scout? Seeing a therapist? Longing to be loved?
Puh-leeease.

"I really feel sorry for your therapist." he smirked at her, folding his arms "But I can see now why you feel the need to rob ten-year-old girls. I'll chalk it up to your childhood issues."

Or the fact that she can spit silk. And spiders.

She had set the bait out, and he had side stepped it quite well- and quickly on top of that. A grin that could rival any hyena's cracked her face from ear to ear, and she scrambled forward on the bed, her fingers curling into the sheets as she leaned over and stared directly at him. Unusually colored eyes boring, searching. She loved it when people didn't believe her- it made things hard sometimes, but it was worth it.

"Sharp kid, I see. I'm guessing you hear many stories." The sores inside her mouth burst, as well as the ones on her back, and the small spiders wriggled free and skittered from her sleeves. "Truth is, I have loving parents. I had loving siblings. Nothing bad has ever happened to me... I just don't think or act like the rest of you. Guess you could call me a monster, or something along those lines." While she spoke, the small black cellar spiders that had popped into existence in her mouth crawled out when there were an openings, and still she stared. Unblinking.

"What's the point going through life in a blur? Normalcy is no fun... I need fun." Her tongue hung out for a moment, like a dog, and the rest of her babies dropped to the floor. "If that means assuming the identity of a girl scout, or infiltrating a school of mutants, it's well worth the effort." Once her small introduction was done, she sat back on her haunches and crossed her arms, spiders still skittering all over her. "I am proud of being what I am. I love being different... What about you? Are you proud of being a 'WereWoman', Gawain?" Megan cocked an eyebrow, and tilted her head back a little. Simply watching.