Eric blinked and watched Noemi leave with knitted eyebrows. "I want a proper kiss next time, ya hear!" he called down to her before letting out a deep sigh. She giggled gently to herself, smirking as she did. Noemi always loved a good tease.<br/><br/>She was greeted with the sight of Terra waiting for her down below, face troubled. Noemi gulped, her heart racing as she didn't know if Terra was mad or...  "I apologize for Star. She is.." Terra seemed to search for a word that wouldn't be too offensive. "Difficult, if you may." That was an understatement. However, she couldn't think of anything else. Claret bounded over to the two and smiled happily. "Dinnuhs 'ot a' steamin'!" she announced.<br/><br/>Noemi cringed a bit. She despised that accent, as much as she liked Clara. She couldn't stand when people weren't able to speak in a clear, flowing type of manner. Noemi was a writer, not some simpleton. Her whole life is revolved around proper grammar, and such.<br/><br/>And then, Clara did something so very odd. She seemed to twitch and her head cocked to the side, eyes wide before she smiled and walked away as if nothing happened. Was she crazy? Insane? Like...Noemi?<br/><br/>"Yep, 'ts ready~"<br/><br/>Terra watched her leave and nodded. "Yes, dinner. Well cume on then. You can meet the others- and don't worry, I'll seat you next to Eric if you wish." The woman smiled and began walking away, Noemi following close by like some type of puppy. She smirked as she did, remembering the previous events she applied to Eric. If that made him as excited as it made her, she was in big trouble.