Rubbed Off

"While I don't like the idea, Stephen is right. For your sake, I won't be jealous. You must win." There was a gleam in his eyes. Katherine threw back her head in laughter and patted his hair. 

"I must have rubbed off on you. I see flashes of my obnoxious competitive nature in your now." She tilted her head to the side, placing her face in her palm to inspect him. 

"Is that a bad thing?" he asked with his signature smirk. 

"Depends on who you want to win against." They broke out into frenzied laughter. The food was what rabbits eat. Salads, water, and protein, mostly. Katherine followed religiously because she wanted to support him. Stephen, on the other hand, made sure to order savory foods that would add an inch or two to his waist. He didn't seem to mind.