<span style="font-style: italic">Great. Because this guy wasn't difficult enough to deal with as it was... He probably heard that. And that.</span><br/>"Ah, geez," She muttered, picking at her food, "Yeah, yeah, I got it. And actually... My major is history and mythology, cryptozoology, and demonology. Though the last two are disguised as just anthropology courses. Point is, I know the difference between myths and historical fact."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">And apparently the whole God of War mess-up is a touchy subject...</span><br/><br/>Rylie blinked, staring at the cat, "Wha- I don't have a cat. I've never had a cat. Th-that wasn't there when we came in, was it?" A quiet groan escaped her as she slumped over the table, resting her head in her hands.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Enough already... There's only so much crazy I can take per day; my quota's already shot...</span><br/><br/>"And anyway," her voice was muffled from her hands, "I don't speak cat. What did it suggest?"