<span style="font-style: italic">"Morning, Jayce, Drake", she greeted, with her strong German accent.<br/><br/>After the greetings, she opened the fridge and took out a piece of meat, starting to move around to prepare it for her breakfast.<br/><br/>"Much damage in your room?", she asked Drake, while moving around for a frying pan.</span><br/><br/><br/>Drake huffed and poured a cup of coffee for Jayce, then one for Veronica before lifting the pot itself to his lips and downing the whole thing in one go, straight black and still scalding hot. Finishing he rinsed it out in the sink and slid it back in the coffee maker before answering.<br/><br/>"Naw, It's fine." he said, "Clayton was just being a jerk. The wall wasn't burning for long."<br/><br/>"The walls were burning?" Jayce asked, nearly choking on his coffee.<br/><br/>"Yeah, sorry man. I won't burn down your house. Don't worry." he assured him, giving him a hearty pat on the shoulder. Jayce flinched as Drake was quite stronger than he and didn't know how to restrain himself yet.<br/><br/>"Just be careful. Kala's room is right under yours. I think she has a few trees in there." he reminded.<br/><br/>"Oh yes, the hypothetical Centaur you keep going on about!" he retorted, filling a bowl with cereal, "The one no one has ever seen besides you."<br/><br/>"She's not a Centaur. She's a Dryad."<br/><br/>"What's the difference?" Drake asked.<br/><br/>"A Centaur is half horse. She's half deer." Jayce explained, glancing over at Veronica, "She's just scared. She's relatively new here and she was raised in a forest so she's confused."<br/><br/>"Don't know what's here to be afraid of." Drake muttered, taking his bowl towards the lounge, "We're all friendly here. Well sort of. This bowl might be going over Clayton's head in a minute. We'll see." He then vanished into the lounge with a sneer, his voice trailing after him. "Hey, asshole! Thanks for the wake up call this morning!"<br/><br/>Jayce sipped his coffee again and turned to Veronica now that they were alone, not sure how to ask the question he had burning in his mind, "Veronica, she really doesn't have anything to be afraid of, does she?"