The unmoving gazes of the two women was a tad disconcerting to Agatha, and her face slowly reddened as she swallowed her food. It flushed to a brilliant shade of scarlet when Pearl left the table, and her eyes continued to follow the woman when she went to tend the fires of the food wagon. She continued to eat, downing it all quite fast, and she was almost finished with it by the time Pearl would return to the table, her blush having faded to a light pink. When the two resumed staring at one another, Agatha would suddenly break the silence by asking in a slightly childish and very unsure voice, "<span style="color: purple">...Do you think that we'll always be friends? Things happen. Awfully bad things.</span>" She wasn't attempting to sound like she was being ominous, but more like she was trying to reassure herself that everyone would pull through the good and bad, thick and thin, squeeze between the rocks and hard places. It was something she'd ask herself everyday, but that she got to ask for another's opinion for once would make it more significant to her.<br/><br/>Angelo was a bit thrown off by the two sudden events, the first one being the lumbering, two-headed giant as he stomped towards the table. Though Angelo was more than kind enough to them, he was always ready to do something drastic if it ever came to be. This was one of those times, as it looked like they were about to trample the table and everyone at it. Thankfully, such actions were unnecessary; he<i>really</i>didn't want to have to set them on fire to incapacitate the two. He did feel a tad guilty that he had to be so ready to jump the gun around them all of the time, but still tried to show that he cared.<br/><br/>Adrian's approach was far more comforting, as the two men did share a few commonalities, and he really liked that. Angelo's grin reappeared as he was asked about the results of his preview, and he replied in just as suave of a tone as Adrian, "<span style="color: red">Oh, they'll be back. Honestly, who<i> couldn't</i> love this?</span>" giving a little twirl on his heel with his arms outstretched. He almost spilled his coffee, but managed to hold himself and the cup properly, preventing anything leaving the cup unprecedented. "<span style="color: red">But I'm sure that they love your act just as well. With hands like those, you're the embodiment of the concept that it's always how you use it, my friend,</span>" returning the wink and tipping of the hat.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>