Rose Blackbourne

Oh, welll

"Oh, just, ya know.... I got some pizza and a stash of action movies..." Rose said, waiting for him to take up on her implied invitation for a movie night.

Trying to contain her giggle, Vasilisa bite her lip as she stared down at her book. “I may have not gone to school here long but it’s Halloween time; not even upper class are safe.”

Mumbling something along the lines of 'those teenies have no respect anymore' Rose shrugged towards Vasilisa, trying her best to keep her cool. "Still, that was just mean. I mean it would have been something different if I would actually know those, excuse my language, those little fuckers, but I don't. So that's that." Rose grumbled while she sweapt the drenched strands of black hair out of her face.

"Oh, hell yea., show me some peppers that this kinda flavor, and I’ll grant ya three wishes." He smirked. "Fair enough. If it means not wasting it.."  He took the spoon and took a big bite. "….Magically delicious."

"Isn't there this one really spicy chili though, the one they use to get elephants off their backyard?"  Rose asked curiously, remembering something her oldest brother had once told her. The grin growing gradually on her face, widened even more when she saw him eat. "No, my turn!" She quickly exclaimed, reaching out for the spoon.

"I’d be surprised if you had met him,” he gave a half-hearted smile. “I mean, well, he usually sticks to the woods, so. Yes.”

"Really? Don't trust my socializing skills, huh?!" Rose nudged his shoulder playfully. 

"Yep," he gave her a thumbs-up with his free hand. "Satyrs are the real deal—hilarious—and they eat candy wrappers. Who does that?” he laughed. “I had a satyr friend, actually—Max. Or, Maximus, as he preferred to be called,” Theodore laughed again, remembering his friend’s odd tendencies. “Max is—” No. Past tense, he reminded himself. His voice faltered a bit but he shrugged it off with a lopsided smile. “—well, Max.”

"Apparently Satyrs do. Maximus? Talk about fancy names." Although she wasn't exactly good with names, she rewind the appearances of the people she as met so far, whose name come close to an unique one such as Maximus'. "Sorry, but nope, never met a Maximus."

He nodded, chuckling. “More than you’d think. I like to believe I gave it a bit of a kick that peppers just don’t deliver, y’know?” He grinned and offered her a spoon. “Take the spoon, and let the magic deliver your tastebuds to bliss.”

"Well, 'kick' surely matches better with explosions, if you'd ask me." Chuckling a little, she thankfully took the spoon. "Still, my instincts tell me that you should try first."

"It’s the best way to deal with it, I’m afraid." He chuckled. "NOt a demigod, then,I take it?" He nodded as she spoke, sensing the pride in her voice. "Not gonna lie, that’s actually pretty impressive." He smiled. "Ah, Mr. Crane. I met him briefly. Not  a bad guy, actually."

"Oh, no, I am one of those, demigod, I'm afraid. Just without the fancy water- and fire bending and just way more dyslexia." Rose awkwardly flashed him a big grin and rubbed the back of her neck. "Thanks. Yah, he's pretty cool."