The Fannings House

"You're not that strong, it wouldn't have done much anyway."

"...Thanks so much."

"You're welcome!"

"...Sarcasm."

"It was?"

"...Are vampires all stupid?"

"I'm only a half." Wallace pouted. "I already said that."

"It's just so much fun picking on you."

"You're mean."

"I'm Clyde Fannings."

"And you're not nice!" His voice could pass as Stewart's at that moment. Maybe a little less airy, but with the same childish tone.

"Oh? Really?"

He nodded.

"And that is coming from the person who chased me around with a germy-spit-up-carrot hand when I begged him not to?"

"Yes."

"... My friend, you are a bit messed up."

"And you're a meanie."

"Sorry?"

"Don't worry. I forgive you!"

"... Sa-- never mind."

Wallace smiled again, then looked out the window. "You've got a great view here."

"It's just some trees..."

"Well... it's natural."

"Eh..."

"Could be worse."