Grace<br/><br/>The Pendragon noble (since that's all they technically were now, despite the royal blood coursing through their veins) glanced worried at Pricilla before around, trying to be careful not to draw attention to herself. Quietly, she whispered,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orangered">"Depends on what you think of the legend surrounding my 6th century ancestor. I'll leave it at that, and we can talk about it... Quietly... In our dorm. Along with..."</span>She blushed, ate a few wings, before getting the courage.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orangered">"Umm... The D word. Six letters."</span>She was trying to respect Pricilla in that aspect at least... Regarding possible dating. That was definitely for later at the dorm.<br/><br/>A sigh later, and a shake of the head.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orangered">"I'm proud of my ancestry. I mean, how can I not be? And the way I was brought up."</span>Okay. She needed to eat a few more hot barbecue wings. A swallow later.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orangered">"Easily proven, as you know, being my dormmate. I showed you the family tree."</span>Shake of the head.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orangered">"The lavender isn't a bush. It's more a shag rug."</span>Lucky for her, she snapped a picture the day before of the same flowers she crushed this morning.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orangered">"Here, see?"</span><br/><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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</div><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:orangered">"Not proud of myself, to be sure. I happen to love lavender."</span>Grace finished, head down in a hang dog look.<br/><br/>Kelly<br/><br/>She ate her wings in silence, at least some of them.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:firebrick">"Sword and shield."</span>She answered.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:firebrick">"I can't joust with a lance, but I'm old enough to play with wooden swords. How's THAT for irony?"</span>She was definitely a bit peeved about that.<br/><br/>Sabrina<br/><br/>The gift must have been accepted, because she sensed it being ignored. It still didn't help Sabrina. It had to be opened.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:lemonchiffon">"Morgan..."</span>She grumbled before the light allowed her to get unlost... Which she did quickly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:lemonchiffon">"Right. Busy. Of course she wasn't going to take time to unwrap the friendship spell. Duh. Use your brain, Sabrina!"</span>She chastised herself quietly so as not to allow the strange man to hear. What she saw she didn't like.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:lemonchiffon"><i>Okay. If Elisia falls, I need a guaranteed stop... Of course! One every Merlin supporter with a rudimentary knowledge of spells knows! One of his! I just hope I do it right...</i></span>For the second time today, a Sabrina cast spell would work if needed and as cast, because Sabrina would slam the spell home against the man the moment Elisia fails... Sabrina was actually hoping Elisia wouldn't. She wouldn't have a second chance if he somehow fought off a Merlin supporter correctly cast Merlin spell.<br/><br/>Tiffany<br/><br/>Tiffany pointed to the display directly in front of the counter.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:pink">"Our best seller. I just restocked those. Halfway down the counter, second shelf."</span>She grinned.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:pink">"Dr. Pepper there in the cooler on the left. Four pounds, please. Enjoy your meal."</span>She had placed sandwich and eclair on the counter for easy access, before noticing the girl had been the last one for the moment. She grabbed her notepad, and made notes to herself on how much pastries to make for the next day.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:pink">"Better make extra of those two... Eclair and cream puff."</span>She mumbled to herself.