Peace...And yet...

"Hush," was chiding response from behind the camera, though she was grinning. Once their mouths stopped moving, Pix stopped adjusting the focus on her camera and quickly pressed down. This time she gently lowered and turned the camera, until the older model of equipment was resting against her smile. As she focused her dark gaze on the two before her, her teeth were shown in the cheeriest smile Pix contained, one that was so obviously false.

"If you blokes will direct your attention to the left you'll see our gift shop where we'd like for you to spend as much money as possible. We hope you had a nice time, and will come back, to Reunion Lake," all was spoken in a voice as mock cheery as her smile. Both were stopped and a genuine smile lifted the corners of her lips soon after.

Pix laughed, the rare sound was like the chiming of bells, but as soft as the happy gurgle of a bubbling brook. She stopped when they ended their small scene, momentarily resting her head on Ren's shoulder as she received his physical affection, glad that he knew not to smother her. While she did have a biological older brother, Ren was more like a brother than her own, and she loved and trusted the golden eyed boy more than her own blood. Smiling up at him, her own eyes which were usually shields to her emotions, were now showing them freely.

"That must've been very attractive to the flocking gals," she commented with a wry grin, subconsciously stopping herself from using bird, though it was still the clipped tone of a Brit that claimed her voice as opposed to the Southern drawl. She'd looked back to Pop after making the comment, dark brow quirked, grin in place, her eyes lowering the level of joy shown.

It was Pix's turn to burst out laughing, though it was a rather short burst, since she still wasn't used to showing joy. Part of it was due to Pop's response, and the other was due to Ren's obliviousness of the fact that he was quite handsome. Even Pix had noticed, and she didn't often think of people as attractive or not.

"Well, it would seem that I'm surrounded by stud-muffins. I'm not going to be attacked for simply being in the vicinity of either of you am I?" identical to Pop's was the mischievous twinkle flirting in the depths of midnight blue eyes, Pix didn't have to be his blood to have similar facial expressions. Taking a step back, she made it appear as if she were ready to run should a flock of adoring Pop and Ren fans suddenly appear with malicious intent in their eyes.

"I'll keep a look out for the adoring females, I wouldn't want my learning environment to be in danger for fear of me being tackled," she said after Pop spoke for the first time, grinning up at Ren. It was when he spoke again that the grin faded and a quirked brow followed in its stead.

"That's utterly ridiculous Pop," she said with genuine confusion. Like Ren, she was quite oblivious to things of that sort, odd since she was usually quite observant. Pix looked from Pop to Ren, as if he could explain his grandfather's comment.

"Highly unlikely, but I'll humor the both of you by saying, it must be a family theme," she said with a shrug, quirked brow in place. She too credited Pop with raising her, for even when her father was alive, he was often on flights, or busy dealing with his wife. And there was no way Pix would ever credit her mother with raising her in any way, or teaching her anything, except that it was nearly impossible to trust. Just thinking about the woman made Pix want to curl into a ball, scream her lungs out, pretty much anything unpleasant. As it was the raven haired girl was looking to the ground, eyes glazed over, a small frown shaping her lips. All of this was done subconsciously, as was her next movement, which was to reach up with a gloved hand to run a finger over the thick white scar that was along her hairline, shielded by her bangs.