Braeden's dark eyebrows rose and his jaw dropped as Evangeline so very bluntly observed the fact that he had been 'stuffing' his face. "And here I thought that using a knife and a fork was making me look a little less like a wild animal," he said with a soft chuckle before taking a sip from his pumpkin juice. Without choking this time.

Oh yeah, Hollywood was a snake now, wasn't she? Had he really predicted that? His brows furrowed slightly as he tried to remember; leave it up to Braeden to forget anything that might have happened longer than twenty-four hours ago. Oh well, if Eva was telling him he was right, he might as well take it, no? "Told you I had supernatural powers," said Braeden matter-of-factly, looking quite smug. Oh yes; he was quite the little genius. He should start a business of predicting people's Houses; along with the line of torn-apart clothing he had been plotting about with Melanie.

"How do you like being a snake so far?" Braeden asked her.