If she were being honest, Rose wasn’t even sure that she knew what her toast meant, if it meant anything at all. Maybe it did and she didn’t consciously recognize the meaning, or perhaps it really was just empty words with no real depth or meaning. Either way, she wouldn’t think too hard about it. He accepted it and repeated the words back with no apparent issues, so that was good enough.<br/><br/>When she moved on and asked if he had some time, Azariah responded with a chuckle, telling her that he may have some time. After taking another sip of his drink, he elaborated, explaining that his boss had decided to give him the whole month off, for one reason or another, so he had all the time in the world. She chuckled lightly in response. “I see. Are you one of those people who would never take a vacation if it was left up to you, so your boss has to force you to take some time off?” she asked, genuinely curious, although she spoke in her usual manner, which made everything seem light, almost as though she was being playful or joking, even dismissive, although this was not her intent.<br/><br/>His words didn’t bother her, or make her believe he was desperate, as he might have thought. Perhaps taken alone they might have, but nothing about the way he had said it, or his body language seemed to support such a conclusion. Rather, she thought he was simply being honest, for better or worse. She hoped the former. There was something to be said for honesty, for being able to trust that someone meant what they said, to not have to search for ulterior motives or deceptions in everything they said, although she certainly would make no such assumptions about him based on something so simple.<br/><br/>If this were the case, though, it would certainly be a nice change of pace from those she was used to being around. From herself, too, if she were being honest, which was not always the case. She was honest when she needed to be, when it suited her, when it was easier or smarter than lying, when lying was of no benefit, or in any instance in which she thought it more beneficial to be honest. In many areas of her life, she had no reason to lie and thus she did not, however, she was dishonest, deceptive, secretive, illusive, or otherwise not open regarding the truth in more ways than she was honest. This often did not take the form of active deception; in many cases it was as simple as deflecting a question to hide the truth. Either way, she was far from an open and honest person, for better or worse. Perhaps being around someone who was honest might be a nice change of pace.<br/><br/>As Azariah motioned to the couch, she nodded and followed him, thinking about the question he had asked as she took a seat on the couch next to him. What did she want to do? What did she want to see? Truth be told, she was less interested in the what than the who. There was nothing she was dying to see, as many of these cities tended to be the same in many respects, with few unique and interesting aspects to make them stand out when you’d seen as many as she had. This was likely a contributing factor in her boredom with any city she lived in.<br/><br/>“I can’t say that I have any burning interests, honestly,” she replied, surprisingly, honestly. “Perhaps if there are any good places to eat around, any nice bars or coffee shops you recommend, or some sort of fresh market if the mood to cook strikes me?” she thought out loud. “Otherwise, I am open to anything you think would be interesting to see, a must-see, anywhere fun or enjoyable, or anywhere it would be best that I know about,” she shrugged a little as she took a sip. She was curious what things he might suggest. What places might he find interesting or necessary?<br/><br/>She was quiet for a moment, sipping on her drink thoughtfully, before speaking up again. “How about this? If we only had one day and we could only go one place, where would you take me?” she asked curiously, her face holding a more serious look as she tilted her head a bit, peering at him with green eyes that still carried some small hint of mischief in them.