 nigel, mo, and a lil bit o Dora.
Kalla smiled slightly at the prefect. She had seen the badge and met him at the feast... Her memory was pretty good, too. It had been a bit of a rhetorical question, really. Heh. Dumb boys were cute.
Oh now he wanted to levitate since she suggested it. Grand! "Are you looking... For an interesting view of things," she asked with a smirk as she readjusted herself on the sofa. Oh look he fell. Good job.
Oh. There was the Sociopath! Kalla didn't really KNOW her, but she didn't dislike her. She found her a bit interesting even. Giving Dora a smile she waved to her and watched as she hung that boy upside down from his ankle. Hehehe. Approval was thus stamped!
And what was Mo on about? "I'm nothing if not honest, Mo. I'll never lie to you or make you distrust me." She was being SERIOUS here. For real. But she lightened up a tad and added, "Besides, what's wrong with sage? It makes turkey taste yummy. Can YOU cook?" Could he?
And eyes back to Nigel... He was a musician. Like... Was he one who THOUGHT he was talented or was he ACTUALLY talented? There was a huge difference!
"What do you sing?" Like choral, country, rock, pop, jazz, blues... Whatever. She needed information.
"You play the spoons? I can play a eukele" Legit. She could. |