David looked at her. Martial arts? He was already learning some of that from Ying Jao. He smiled at her. â€œJust the gymnastics. Martial Arts master Ying Jao is teaching me martial arts. I would love to learn gymnastics though. I could always use it in combination with my martial arts Iâ€™m learning. RIght now Iâ€™m on defensive and protection martial arts versus physical combat.â€ He said. â€œWould you like to come to the lessons with me? Iâ€™m sure Sensei Ying Jao would love another student.â€ He said with a warm smile on his face. The man with the cupcake looked at her. Speaking to her finally. â€œFeh...no trouble milady. Take the cupacake. It is delicious.â€ He said in an Italian accent. Taking her hand and put it in it. THen resumed cooking. â€œIt is a no trouble or intrusion. Relax little lady.â€ He said. THen fell silent once more. David looked at Tris and smiled. â€œTry it! Its delicious.â€ He said as he drank his own glass of apple juice. â€œLike what? What colors do you like Tris?â€ he asked curiously. He blinked. â€œWell my dad is strict, serious but kind. My mom is sweet, gentle and caring.â€ He said honestly. Not sure how else to describe his parents to her. Things like that was easier explained through answering questions then just talking about them off the top of his head. Least to him it was.