[Farrah shakes her head dismissively at him, laughing. She should be more offended at his jab, but... He's not really making fun of it, is he? Whatever.]

We are, but I'm kindof the least beloved cheerleader in the country. Also, thats rich coming from you-- what the fuck is up with your shoes? [His teasing about her dads puts her in a much better mood, though, and she grins at him, before tucking the phone carefully away.

She almost tells him that she only has so many because they kept dying in new horrifying ways, but that seems like a little much, even for her. Instead, she zips up her jacket again so he can't make fun of her vest anymore.]

Yeah, well. That's how many adults it takes to try to keep an eye on me, so it kind of makes sense. And until the Dad Rescue Force makes an apperance?

I'm unsupervised.