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Micheal and Sienna were sat in Daniel's motor home as they spoke,

"This is for you," Micheal smiled as he unzipped his suitcase and handed her a stuffed penguin,

"Thank you?" Sienna cocked her head as she held it.

"You left the other one in Italy and we found this a few days ago," the trainer leaned back against the couch,

"How'd you know I lost him in Italy?" The artist asked as she held the stuffed animal,

"You cried the whole flight back!" The trainer spoke in a duh tone,

Sienna had blamed it on the fact that they didn't have chocolate ice cream on the flight.

"I was hungry!" The girl let out a scoff as she shook her head,

"Anyways do you even know what his name was?" She added referring to the bright blue teddy bear that she had forgotten in Italy.

"The full thing?" The boy ran his fingers through his hair,

"The full thing," Sienna nodded as she smirked knowing that he didn't have a clue.

"Mattias Paulio-" Micheal began with the most obscure name that he could think of,

"Why are you laughing?" He added as he watched the girl bust out laughing,

"Why would I name anything Mattias Paulio?" The artist asked as she crossed her arms,

"Have you met yourself?" The trainer shot back in the same tone as he mimicked her actions,

"I wouldn't put any name past you," he added with a smile,

"Well I will tell you that you were indeed wrong," the girl ran her fingers through her hair,

"What'd you name him then?" There was a part of him that wanted to know now.

"John," Sienna smiled as she sipped her drink,

"You're telling me that ten year old you thought that John was a smart idea?" Micheals jaw dropped a she clearly wasn't impressed,

"God you were more boring than I thought," he added as he shook his head,

"Hey!" The artist let out a scoff as she hit his arm,

"I named it after John Lennon," she added in a duh tone,

"Why?" The trainer cocked his head,

"Just why?" He added as he shook his head,

"Because at the time I liked John Lennon," the girl shrugged as there was no real reason behind it.

"You're old," the boy mumbled to himself,

"I was born this century!" Sienna corrected him as she sent him a glare,

"Then start acting like it," Micheal spike in a duh tone,

"Please tell me that you two aren't fighting again?" Daniel let out a sigh as he walked into his motor home,

"We are merely having a conversation," Micheal corrected him as the girl nodded in agreement.

"Did you tell him I named John, Mattias Paulio?" Sienna asked as she cocked her head knowing that there was only one person who could have said that to Micheal.

"Wasn't that the bear's name?" Daniel furrowed his eyebrows as he sat down,

"No that was my turtle's name," the girl shook her head,

"Why did you-" the trainer began before he cut himself off,

"I'm actually not sure I want to hear this one," he added as he sighed,

"I thought he was French," the artist explained with a shrug,

"Why would you think that he was French?" The driver had never actually heard the story before,

"Because I named him Mattias Paulio," the girl spoke in a duh tone,

"I'm leaving before this conversation gets weird," Micheal shook his head as he got up,

"I think you're too late for that." Daniel let out a sigh as he heard the door shut.

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Sienna had gone to the Redbull paddock to give Max his helmet,

"This is for you," Sienna smiled as she handed him the helmet,

"Wow this looks sick," Max gasped as he hadn't seen the design since the first set of sketches,

"You saw the design about five times," the artist had sent him many different copies of them as he kept on losing them,

"I know but you never usually give them to me," the driver shrugged as he studied his helmet,

He would only be able to race with it next week but he was excited to have it.

"I usually have someone to do it for me," the Australian was usually meant to hand the helmet to an assistant to give it to him.

"Aren't you lucky," the Dutchman rolled his eyes,

"Wait is it someone's birthday?" He added as he began to think about it,

"Why would it be someone's birthday?" Sienna asked as she cocked her head,

"Because you never give these to me," Max spoke in a duh tone,

"I had some spare time and wanted to give it to you personally," the artist explained with a smile,

"Did someone die?" The driver began to grow nervous,

"No I just wanted to get out of the motor home," the Australian let out a chuckle as she shook her head.

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