Camelia rolled her eyes once again in response to Enzo's renewed attempt at trying to get into her pants. She turned around and smiled at Pearl, still surprised at the girl's phenominal speed and methodicism, even after all this time of knowing the sweet, yet awkward girl. Camelia gratefully took her coffee and warm breakfast, taking in the scent of toast, bacon, ham and delightfully fried egg.<span style="color: maroon">"Bless yer heart, Pearl. Don't think this place'd run if y'all weren't around! How 'bout I grace you with a lil' ol' practice tonight, hmm? Just you, me, Izzy an' some knives?"</span>She winked at Pearl and smiled, not lingering long enough to get a reply out of Pearl, before turning to walk over to the table Izzy had planted herself down at. She sat down next to her friend, crossed her legs and took a sip from her coffee when she spied the shy form of Agatha in the distance.<br/><br/><span style="color: maroon">"Mornin', sweetheart! Let's all give you a lil' bit o' room so y'all can get somethin' to eat as well, hmm?"</span>she said, smiling and gesturing at the other cigarette smokers to try and let them give Agatha some smoke-free space. Camelia closed her eyes, allowing the taste of her breakfast to fill up her mouth with its deliciousness, letting out a pleased sigh. She looked around the troupe once again, taking them all in. It was a morning like any other, it felt comfortable and familiar. Yet something about it was different. She had no idea what it was or what it could be, but somehow, she had a feeling things were going to change. Then again, maybe she only felt it because she had been drinking too much again last night. And it had been good drinking, one of Izzy's finest brews....<br/><br/>Camelia's thoughts of last night's brew were immediately revived as Izzy pulled out one of her infamous flasks. She gratefully took it and poured some into the mug, making the kind of coffee she loved most: the boozy kind.<span style="color: maroon">"Oh Bella, a girl wouldn't know what to do with herself if it weren't for a friend like you. Bless you an' yer booze! C'mere!</span>And with that, she wrapped her arms around Izzy in a friendly hug, and pressed her lips onto the girl's cheek, leaving a rather visible red lipstick stain.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>