> Julia tilted her head to the side and grinned softly before shaking her
head
> "You mean to tell me you might have had words like 'cool dude' and
> 'radical'? No thanks, I'll take the accent."
>
> She chuckled then, "There we go! We'll have Philip come over and talk and
> have him take the heat off of you. Although...." she admitted wryly
> "Something tells me she likes more than the accent. Admit it, Derek,
you're
> a hottie."
>
> Then she looked at the thoughtful smile he had, remembering his time in
the
> Netherlands and here "You don't talk much about your mother but she seems
> like a wonderful woman."
>
> She wondered what kind of woman Derek's mother was and if he would talk
more
> about her. Julia pretty much knew about his father and frankly, wasn't
> impressed. She was definitely glad Derek didn't take after him.
>
> Of course, she thought wryly, the same could be said about her. She had
> always been told she took after her mother and it had been her mother that
> had stood beside her when she had joined the Legacy, when her father had
> disowned her.
>
> She shook her head thoughtfully and looked back at Derek "What else can
you
> 'blame' on your mother?"
>
>
>
Derek:
"I seriously doubt that I would use those phrases, no matter where I grew
up," he told her his eyes lighting with amusement. However, her next
was...well somewhat embarrassing, though his face did not color or change at
all, he was forced to clear his throat a bit, running a hand through his
hair. Derek smiled genuinely at the mention of his mother. "She is," he
confirmed. "Ah, let's see.....my interest in religion or religions. I
never had aspirations to be a priest," he put in immediately, "but it was my
mother who fostered my interest in studying different religions. And music,
though I doubt she would agree with some of my tastes, she's the one who
taught me to appreciate it." He thought about this for a bit. His concerns
over the years had been his father's effects on his life. He knew his
mother had profound influences in his life, but he never spent much time
considering that.
> Reese:
> Reese rolled her eyes "And we both know you weren't talking about
yourself.
> Come on, it's me you're talking to, remember?"
Sam:
Sam sighed and looked at her friend. "I don't think I like her much," she
admitted. "It started with that sitting on the arms are chair stuff, what
is THAT?" She sighed irritatably.
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