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Yoranda nodded when James said that he wouldn't propose to her in six months. That's what she'd figured he might say. She couldn't help but to smirk a bit when James told Amell off. She rather liked that he was protective of Priscilla. From everything she'd heard, it did sound like he genuinely had feelings for her, and she was happy about that. "You're welcome," she told him when he thanked her, and once he headed back inside, she looked up at Amell. "Errand finished. Time to go home," she said with a bit of a shrug, turning and beginning to head back home with him.

Priscilla was gently washing herself in the tub when James abruptly came in with an outburst. She blinked in confusion as she looked up at him, cocking her head to one side and not sure why he suddenly seemed angry. "Um...?" she said, not really sure what he was saying. "I'm sorry, James, I don't know what you're talking about...?" she asked, and then blinked, recalling a conversation she'd had with Yoranda over lunch. "Wait, wait. After six months of dating, you mean? Is that what you're talking about?" she asked.