[ You know what he has on her? Movement. And he's up and at it in a second. Instead of locking himself in a room or go out the door, he chooses the quickest escape route: Out the window. ]
[ She could only run as fast as any other pregnant woman can so chasing who not work. But baiting him; oh that a different story. ]
Come back here you fluffnugget!
[ As soon as he's out the window she retreats to hide where he had been studying, sitting in his chair. Luckily for her beary was around then she let out a fake screech. ]
[Farkle stays just under the windowsill breathing. He knows Riley and that trickery wasn't above her. He wonders if that's the case today but the constant worrywart in him hammers in his chest.
So cautiously he moves slowly to peek into the house, head barely over it to take in the room.]