<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>~ Marisol, alone with Mila ~</em><br/><br/>Mari watched Nicci run off and couldn't help but grin; Nicci was full of life. It was good. She would keep the conversation flowing and would also help to smooth tension if they arose. Like at the dinner. Mari had to admit that Nicci had been one to help ease some of the uncomfortableness. She glanced at the champagne truffles and groaned, rubbing her stomach with a smile. "Oh I don't think I should eat one." The dinner had been fantastic, completely fulfilling. And she was still so full from it.<br/><br/>Hearing Mila's comment, Marisol couldn't help but smile, "Well, I think we've all learned tonight that it doesn't matter how confident we act or seem, we're still a bit insecure about meeting new people. Especially people whom we have something in common that's so intimate. I mean, in a normal situation, we wouldn't even find out if we were into poly until we've been friends for a while. At least for me, that is." She chuckled lightly, "I tend to hold that back; I don't lie about it but I don't volunteer the information until I've known a person for a good amount of time."</span>