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Zephyr was quick to correct them, and Enzo's comments on the matter received some opinions as well. The silver-tressed woman toyed with a stray piece of corn on her plate with the throngs of a fork, dragging out the morsel as an excuse to remain sitting here. Getting up down felt like an awkward ploy to attract attention to herself. She'd just wait. Some people started to clear out, which wasn't abnormal. You had to be here on time, but you didn't have to stay until Zephyr declared it over. It was over when you finished your food, really.<br/>
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Lyden made a <i>very</i> late appearance, looking sweaty and somewhat torn from the present. Like he was thinking about something else. Her assumptions were confirmed as he muttered something regarding the need to tear Zephyr from the table to chat. As an omega, she boasted no obligation to be "in the know". It didn't make her any less curious, but sticking her nose where it didn't belong could lead to a world of unnecessary trials.<br/>
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Seeing as the moment had sort of passed and dinner was pretty much drawing to a close, Neviah pulled herself to her feet and began collecting the plates of everyone who'd finished eating. By finished eating, she really meant fled the scene, in all truthfulness. Like Silas and Verlaria. "<b>Anyone else need me to take their plates?</b>" Neviah inquired politely, grinning faintly. She enjoyed domestic tasks at times. It was of no trouble to her.<br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">The dinner, chaotic as it may have been, was still a pleasant change of pace for Neviah. She'd enjoyed some decent conversation, and also got to marvel at some wit, venom and sarcasm in live action. She didn't try to come off as the type that sort of reveled in that kind of thing, but it was reminiscent of hearing your neighbors fighting next door. No matter who you were, you'd undoubtedly turn down the volume of your TV and press a little closer to the window to listen in.<br/>
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Zephyr was quick to correct them, and Enzo's comments on the matter received some opinions as well. The silver-tressed woman toyed with a stray piece of corn on her plate with the throngs of a fork, dragging out the morsel as an excuse to remain sitting here. Getting up down felt like an awkward ploy to attract attention to herself. She'd just wait. Some people started to clear out, which wasn't abnormal. You had to be here on time, but you didn't have to stay until Zephyr declared it over. It was over when you finished your food, really.<br/>
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Lyden made a <i>very</i> late appearance, looking sweaty and somewhat torn from the present. Like he was thinking about something else. Her assumptions were confirmed as he muttered something regarding the need to tear Zephyr from the table to chat. As an omega, she boasted no obligation to be "in the know". It didn't make her any less curious, but sticking her nose where it didn't belong could lead to a world of unnecessary trials.<br/>
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Seeing as the moment had sort of passed and dinner was pretty much drawing to a close, Neviah pulled herself to her feet and began collecting the plates of everyone who'd finished eating. By finished eating, she really meant fled the scene, in all truthfulness. Like Silas and Verlaria. "<b>Anyone else need me to take their plates?</b>" Neviah inquired politely, grinning faintly. She enjoyed domestic tasks at times. It was of no trouble to her.</div>
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