<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;">Bluma</span></span><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"> the Wilted Rose</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">Bluma nodded as she watched Alez even dealing with did he look good, it wasn't fair for a guy to look that good and deal with food she thought silently to herself. "Yummy" she said arching her eyebrows for a second. And just like that she had watched him make homemade dough and place the sauce in and throw it in the oven, damn he was good. Bluma leaned against the counter "Well I am an only child but I am semi-close to a cousin of mine but were polar opposites, but were family" she said shrugging gently. "I sing and draw. art is my most favorite thing in the world" she said her face practically glowing as she spoke about her favorite past time. "Oh and your house is very nice, but where are your folks?" she asked gently as she looked around at the house.</span>