Agent Lance Hunter

Not really, but Bobbi has her in her contacts. They’ll chat every now and then about how devilishly handsome or insufferable I am.

It’s not weird at all.

Oh, so many! And yes. The RomComs are a prominent little nugget… She’d bloody talk through the whole movie so I can’t tell you what RomCom even stands for, I missed out on so much.

Tried “Couple’s Cooking”, but we were asked to leave after the knives started flying.

Yoga turned into Mortal Combat…

So eventually we just settled on “Couple’s Killing” and settled for the Agent life.

Stella.

And I’d be a 6 foot blonde who ran her own fashion YouTube channel and intimidated everyone with my charm.

(….Bet you weren’t expecting that answer. ;) )

A few, actually. But Rugby’s a particular favourite.

You know me too well.

Hmm, recently fell in love with this fantastic thing called burgers. ;) But we’re talkin’ the greasy, American-sized hunk of beef that’s not gonna back down from a fight. Yank-burger.

Bob’s slowly converting me into one of them, I swear.

Ah-hehe…Many ideas. All too past “PG” to be listed here.

Bugger. That’s a hard one.

I love her– her willingness to do whatever it takes to protect those she loves. Or even has the potential of knowing enough to love. She won’t give up ‘til everyone’s home safe.

…Makes it bloody hard to keep her safe, though.

Skye– ward?

Skye… ward. Ward. Oh! Daisy and Ward! Right…. Yeeaah not a chance, mate. Not from where I’m sitting.

Hands down, Thanksgiving. I stayed ‘round just to see what these crazy yanks thought was so mind-blowing. Well– I was not disappointed. So much food and laughter– and the holiday beer! Anyway, it was magnificent.

Needless to say, I’m counting down the days ‘til November comes back around.

I find the jet’s as fast as any. But I own a Ducati 1000 I’ve been working on over the years. Like Lola to Coulson, she’s my baby.

Other than that, Bob owns a Porsche Carrera that I love to snag every now and then. Although let’s keep that between you and me, yeah?

Let me put it to ya this way. If I were stranded on a desert Island, only allowed one item, I’d be the genius who asked for a six– no, a twelve pack of the stuff. That way, I’d toast my brilliant luck, send a message in the first bottle across the sea, and I’d sit back to enjoy the rest of the pack in peace while I waited for the rescue to come ‘round.

Yep! Kent, born and raised.

Yeah, a rousing game called “How Many Mood Swings Can We Go Through in One Hour of Setting Up a Christmas Tree?”

Aaand also sitting right in front of the tree, cocoa (or beer) in hand, playing cards until all hours… It’s good fun.