Dendra wished she could crawl into her plate of food and die in there. Why the hell did she say that? Why did she have to go so hard? Her? A spitfuck tiny Croagunk from nowheresville. She could picture it now, they'd laugh and mock and then she'd need to laugh along and louder just to drown them out... What was she thinking? She was about to pull away when a pair of arms captured her. Well, she had a good run. But then the voice spoke, and their hearts connected. Her slimy aura was touched, and it was left slightly changed.  She wished to say something cool like 'I always win' or 'we'll show them all' or maybe even a small thank you... but the only thing she could croak out<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"My name is Dendra" </span>after the time had past and they introduced themselves.<br/><br/>When they left to eat she picked up her tray and her phone to follow them.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"We hit the jackpot huh?"</span>she said to Kiara, in a playful manner before she reached the table<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">. "here, have a big fabulous plate of my own picking, and my tastes are of course excellent" </span>she sets the tray down.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)"> "I'll go meet with the gang, I need to name someone to take my place while I'm not here and well... that could take all night. I'll be back next morning, I know you won't leave without me" </span>she said, trying to sound cool<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)"> "see ya'll tomorrow" </span>and then turned on her heels to find a way to sneak out of the building and reach the Pint's hideout.  She had a difficult night ahead but... she felt good about that.