Rosetta thought she saw the same boy from the cabin sprinting across the yard and then heading more slowly in one direction...namely, toward the food...but when she saw the girl who had led them to the cabin follow him and then disappear from her view, she turned back to the other sights and decided to ask the girl about it later. Suddenly, she heard a man's voice head her way and she turned to regard Phil with her piercing blue gaze. Her red lips curved up into a smile, and although her first instinct was always to reject whoever it was...as they honestly didn't know what they were getting into...the way he said the corny phrase and his handsome, yet slightly embarrassed, features caught her attention and she chuckled softly.<br/><br/>"I have to say that most don't use that line anymore. It's usually something a bit more vulgar or trying."<br/><br/>She tilted her head and a few red curls brushed over her shoulder. She was wearing a form-fitting red t-shirt with a wide neckline, and her nails were painted a deep crimson as well. She wore red flip-flops and earrings in the shape of roses, along with a matching bracelet. Her toenails were also painted red. Of course, she could control all the shades and adornments on her body with a simple wish, but clothing was proving to be too difficult. She still had to dress and undress by herself...although she did have that annoying habit of producing unwanted hair accessories and make-up without realizing it.<br/><br/>Turning more fully to him, her body naturally went into a more sensual pose as she leaned forward and offered him her hand. She didn't like to touch men, as her powers were unpredictable, but she knew she needed to stop being so afraid of herself all the time...and he seemed very nice.<br/><br/>"I'm Rosetta, although you can call me Rose if you'd like."<br/><br/>She didn't know whose son he was, but his whole aura seemed to scream "earthy" at her, and she noticed the way some of the plants in the area seemed to almost reach toward him. Perhaps...Demeter? She wasn't going to guess, though. Unfortunately her parent was probably painfully obvious, and she only hoped that people didn't think she was a slut because of it.<br/><br/>Her dainty white hand waited for his, and she met his gaze fearlessly.<br/><br/>"And no. I don't come here often. This is my first day."