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Friday afternoon, Lorna is bored and wants to play tennis. The first unlucky soul she comes across is drafted to play with her. Angelo doesn't play tennis though so mostly they just talk and make plans to visit California. Because it's still the best state in the union.

Angelo was in the rec room, vegging out in front of the TV. There wasn't much on, but he didn't particularly care, so he was just channel-flicking idly.

The sound of restless channel changing attracted Lorna's attention as she prowled the mansion. Her tennis racket dangled loosely from on hand; with the weather finally cooperating, she wanted to bleed off some of her pent-up energy. Tennis, however, required someone to play against and, in her mind, the channel changer had just volunteered himself. She knocked on the wall as she entered the room. "Hi there!"

Angelo glanced up and smiled, putting the remote down for a moment. "Hey, Lorna. What's up?"

"Nothing much. Do you play tennis, Angelo?" Her grin was somewhat predatory but in such a cheerful way that it was far from threatening.

Angelo blinked at the sudden question. "I... could learn. I guess?"

"That's just the right answer." She bounded across the room and reached out a hand to yank him off the couch. "Come on, I'll teach you."

Angelo, still looking vaguely startled, grabbed the remote just long enough to turn off the TV before letting her drag him to his feet and out of the room. "Okay..."

"I'm going to lose my mind if I don't do something right now and I'm not the type who can train endlessly," Lorna explained as she dragged him down the hall and out toward the tennis court. "Though, I suppose I should do that too," she added, almost to herself. "There should be extra rackets in the equipment shed. You going to be okay moving around in that?" She scanned his outfit with a critical eye.

Angelo nodded. "Yeah, I think so. Isn't there anyone around that actually knows how to play, though?"

Lorna shrugged, "I ran into you first. I'll get around to them later I'm sure. These moods tend to last for a while." She jogged over and retrieved him a racket and a tennis ball.

Angelo laughed, taking them when she handed them to him. "Fair enough. Least you know you'll win."

She grinned, "That is not an unconsidered point, trust me." She headed to her side of the net. "Know how to start?"

He chuckled. "I think I can manage that, yeah." He waited for her to arrive on her side of the court and turn before serving.

Lorna returned the serve with a light tap, sending it back to Angelo. She was willing to go easy on him for now. "I'm glad the weather is finally returning to something approaching decent. I don't know how they survive those winters."

Angelo grimaced, missing the ball. "Tell me about it. Snow's unnatural."

Lorna swung her racket idly while she waited for him to retrieve the ball, "And it's just so gloomy. Seriously, how do they live without sunshine for months at a time?"

Angelo shrugged easily. "No idea. Maybe they're used to it. Better question is, how would we survive it if we couldn't travel?"

"I don't think we would. Thank God for cross country flights. I swear, Californians weren't meant for four seasons. One and a half is plenty." She tilted her head back to stare up at the sky, happy just to see blue sky.

Angelo laughed, serving the ball when she looked back down. "Too true. Must've been nice goin' to the beach, that last time."

"Christ, yeah it was. And not just because I got to make Alex's day by taking him surfing. The Pacific is the only real ocean." She returned the ball again, this time sending directly to him. "We should go again soon. Your last trip wasn't exactly the thing relaxing vacations are made of."

Angelo grinned wryly. "You could say that, yeah. LA wasn't too bad, even if bein' back in the old neighborhood wasn't all it could've been. An' the rest of it... yeah". He shut down that train of thought before it could go too far, managing to hit the ball back at her this time.

She had to jog a couple of steps to the side to reach the ball and return it. "Well, we've got that week vacation coming up before summer seminars start. Maybe we can arrange something then."

Angelo's grin became more genuine, hearing that. "For real? That'd be great."

"For real. Would I joke about Cali?" She thought about that for a second, then amended, "Well, you know, other than the incessant mocking?"

Angelo laughed. "If you joked about a trip home, like that, I'd have to kill you", he answered, deadpan.

"Yikes, well in that case, I'm as serious as a heartache, I swear." She crossed her heart solemnly, straight-faced.

Angelo broke into a grin. "Good stuff. When's the vacation start, again?"

"Next week, I think?" Lorna shrugged, "I'm not sure."

"And then there's the week free? Doesn't leave us too much time to sort stuff out, but I s'pose we don't need that much."

"Not for a trip home," she agreed, "We can probably get out of here on Tuesday and get home Sunday. Just gotta get the interested parties together."

"Who d'you have in mind?" he asked.

"Other than my boy?" Lorna thought about it. Alex was a given, always. Everyone else followed after. "I'll ask Ali and Alex should probably attempt to get Shiro out of this place for a bit. Bobby and Jane would probably like to come too. Other than that I don't know. You'll ask Paige and Jono, right?" She asked it in a light tone, but did not ask lightly.

Angelo raised an eyebrow at her. "Paige, definitely. Jono... I'll see what he says."

"Keen. So that's how many...you, me, them, them, them and them...nine? ten?"

Angelo did a quick count. "Sounds about right, yeah. That's not too many, is it?"

Lorna shook her head, "Nah. That's just about right. Though I wouldn't encourage actual touristing in groups that size. Three or four is usually best."

Angelo grinned. "Sounds like we're set, then."

"Except for the planning part, but that is why we have over-achieving blondes around." Lorna grinned, knowing she could dump the travel arrangements on Ali and it would be accomplished in record time.

Angelo chuckled. "Here's to over-achievin' blondes."

"Indeed," Lorna saluted with her racket then grinned, "Now, buckle down, boy. Time for real tennis."

Angelo raised his racket in half-toast, half-preparation. "Lesson time, then?"

"You'd better believe it." Lorna grinned and prepared to run him all over the court.