"I... AM WAY TOO OBSESSED WITH FOOD TO EVER  go on a proper diet. just doesn’t work for me. i’d lose my fuckin’ mind.” rowan responded with a shrug, eyeing nattie for a moment before continuing. “sooo, what food are ya cravin’ so badly that we’re talking about foods and healthy eating? also, fyi; this conversation will make me hungry and i might walk away to immediately get myself a burger.”

    ROWAN BARELY CONTAINED THE URGE TO ROLL HER EYES  and walk away from the all too ecstatic and all the more annoying bálor. his constant cheeriness and unrelenting goofiness irritated her beyond end. she wasn’t the best with human interaction to begin with; she lost count a long time ago the amount of people who called her a ‘heinous bitch’. not that it mattered much to her. she wasn’t a people person and she’d rather keep everyone at arms length anyways. so, looking at the irishman now all she wanted was to wipe that stupid blinding grin off his face. “huh.  —  y’know what? you’re actually pretty cute.” her tone was soft, almost as if she had meant that as a compliment. but a wicked grin spread across her face, indicating an oncoming diss. “that you really think you’re gonna beat brock lesnar, of all people. but they say i should be more charitable here, so i guess i’ll let you live in your disillusioned little world.” leaning in closer to him, her face meeting evenly with his due to them being the same height. “and if there’s any connection between us, finn,” she pinched his cheek, perhaps a little too hard, “it’s gonna be my fist connecting with your face.”