"<span style="color: #FF00BF">Your parents, huh?</span>" Axe says, completely disregarding the fact that he wanted to drop the subject and move on. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">I guess I can ask Mr. adviser about them before he goes.</span>" She drinks the last of her tea. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">That feels so much better. I'm not feeling fantastic, but I feel like I'm apart of the living again.</span>" She slides off her bed and stands, going over and pushing her RoboCop suit back into the closet and closing it. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">Do you like, even read or anything?</span>" Axe motions over to her bookshelf filled with some pretty questionable 'books'. There were some there, but it was about seventy percent manga and twenty percent comic books. The last ten could be described as 'normal' books. Interestingly enough there were a few figurines on top of her shelf. The really expensive looking ones. She had Sailor Moon, RoboCop, a generic looking anime high schooler with gray-white hair in a school uniform and a katana in his left hands surrounded by blue flames, and a large statue of a evil looking muscular blonde man with red eyes in a incredibly peculiar pose that looked horrible uncomfortable if not impossible holding something like a dozen knives. The last one is the biggest and most extravagant and detailed.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #FF00BF">Oh, did you see those sweet *** things on my shelf? Yep... that one of Dio cost six hundred dollars.</span>" She said in a strange mix of pride and defeat. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">Kono Dio da... using up your entire week's pay in one shot!</span>" She continues in the same tone. Penelope sighs deeply and flops onto her embroidered recliner. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">You know, I wish I could say I regret buying that.</span>" She shrugs and leans back on the chair, flipping up the foot and leg rest. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">Oh well.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #FF00BF">Sorry dude, jeez. I was just trying to make you more comfortable. I'm not gonna force the popcorn down your gullet.</span>" She cracks her back in a rather obnoxious and slightly disgusting manner before flopping back. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">I should probably tell you more about my job. You can come watch me perform tomorrow if you want, but I work kinda late and my show goes on for four hours, so I dunno how long you would even want to stay and listen to me sing.</span>"<br/><br/>Axe suddenly claps her hands. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">Oh! Do you like... celebrate holidays? Like Christmas or Thanksgiving or even Birthdays? I feel like when you live as long as an Eldrich which... I think could be forever in some cases it would be a little silly. But I'm probably gonna live to be over a thousand and I better get stuff for my birthday on every year for that whole millennium.</span>" She points at Nit with a serious expression on. It's common knowledge that humans blessed with magical talents far outlive their normal human counterparts. Royals even more so than regular magical humans. This does not however make them any less susceptible to violent deaths however.