Michelle, obnoxious as she knew she was acting by making up stuff about Jordon, rather expected Luke to be irritated. She knew it would ruffle his feathers and she was glad to do it. He rather deserved it, didnt he? Boys cant go around starting fights and not apologizing. His emotional reaction didnt surprise her much until he said:

"You still talk to that nasty bugger?" he asked.

She did, some, but she couldnt talk to Jordon very much anymore. Not after what had happened in the Entrance Hall that daya story Luke would never hear if she could help it. It was just too uncomfortable. She was trying to think of some way to answer that, to get herself out of this scrape shed just created, when Luke suddenly stood and made ready to leave.

"That fuckin' roach! He bloody well started that whole damn thing and he likely went in and told her any number of bloody lies about me. Well, then, I need to go set that bloody straight!"

Michelle stood as well, hastily, so that her cloak fell to the floor and her nearly empty teacup turned over on the pretty tablecloth. Wait, Luke! Shed expected him to be a bit ruffled, but she hadnt expected him to go flying off at Madam Rosmerta all at once. I dont know he did that, I was only kidding. Im sorry.

She was conspicuously conscious of curious onlookers nearby in the tea shop, and lowered her voice. She would have liked to hide under the table, but really, hes just said something that she couldnt pass on till later. What do you mean he started it? I was right there. I saw what happened.