While smoking a good joint usually made her just about ravenous, Tatum was feeling like she had less and less of an appetite. Tossing more fries to Lotte, probably spoiling her just a bit, the redhead sighed. "I liked her," she said finally. It was almost automatic to add not like that, but she didn't. Julian wouldn't say something rude like Mack or Sera. She had a feeling he understood.
"I'd like that too," she added, lifting her head a bit and giving him a little smile. "I'm afraid of heights though, so I'm going to need like.. a tree elevator up to your treehouse. I don't climb like, no rope ladders."