Lim just listened to him boast about himself, her superior smirk never leaving her face. She just nodded her head with an expression that would say  ‘sure, sure, whatever you say.’ She had plenty to say about his estranged father based on what her mother told her, but she just let him talk instead. It’ll be so much juicier to let his head inflate and then pop on its own when he learns about the god of wine, fertility, and festivity, or as Lympha calls it, alcoholism, lechery, and ritual madness.<br/><br/>As she thought on this for a moment, she  followed Wric to the assigned rooming situation, and she felt her stomach drop nearly as quickly as his seemed to have based on his unintelligible grumbling. “They can’t honestly be serious if they expect me to live with a farm animal.” She then looked at him and gave him a once over, before sarcastically apologizing, “sorry,<i>half</i>farm animal.” With the click of her tongue, she left the board and made her way towards the dormitories, mentally trying to figure out how it will look. She pictured a bed on one side and a bale of hay on the other. Did he even use a bathroom or just defecate wherever he was standing?<br/><br/>If he had anything to say to her on the way to the room, she didn’t listen. She’d been too busy trying to figure out how to keep the room clean from his assumed messiness. When they arrived and she opened the door, the room was rather bare. Two beds, each on opposite walls, two desk placed next to each other between them on the far wall, and a single large window just above them. At least they’d get sunlight. That was a bonus. But no hay. No grass. Nothing...natural honestly. “I think I’m going to bring in a plant from outside. That is, if you promise you won’t eat it.” She teased, turning to him with her arms crossed over her chest.