"<span style="color: #BFFF00">Well if you don't like the cupcake then I suppose I have some Boston Crab cakes.</span>" She says with a smile, though obviously much more sinister this time. "<span style="color: #BFFF00">You know, where you come from also isn't who you are as well. It doesn't define you unless you let it.</span>" She finishes up her plate and goes over to the sink, washing it quickly and putting it on the drying rack. She then sits down to eat her cupcake with a freshly poured glass of milk. She looks giddy to start eating, like a big kid. She munches down into it and smiles, getting some frosting on her nose and everything.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #BFFF00">Well it's nice to know you still hate all your friends and are a sourpuss.</span>" Maria says, drinking some of her milk. "<span style="color: #BFFF00">Is part of your whole... immortality thing that you aren't allowed to like people? That would be a pretty rough trade-off and would explain a lot.</span>" She frowns a little at him. It's hard to tell if she's being mocking or sincere currently.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #BFFF00">I don't mind if you sleep over. We could watch movies and eat popcorn. Maybe do some stargazing on the roof. We could watch Star Wars if you want. I've been meaning to see the newest two movies.</span>" She grins at him, leaning forward a bit with her hands in her lap. This unintentionally pushes two certain aspects of her together in a somewhat alluring fashion, though this is likely unintentional.