<strong>Who: Ayden<br/>Where: Dining room<br/>With: Everyone else, talking with Haylie, Liz</strong><br/><br/>Ayden listened to Haylie, then winked playfully at her when she worried about rambling on,<br/><br/>"Not a worry here, I think, not too many shrinking violets in this group.  Now, if you said that when you talk too much someone should kiss you to keep your lips occupied, then I might be tempted to think you overly talkative quite often," he teased and flirted lightly, but also spoke in a reassuring way.  He really did like learning about the others.<br/><br/>"A literature professor?  Huh, in my house that would make you Dad the ultimate deviant.  My Dad is an engineer and Mom is a foresic accountant, imagine their disappointment with a son who stinks at math.  My folks are pretty happy with their lot in life too, a bit stilted for my taste, but whatever makes people happy, right?" he offered, then caught Liz's comments.<br/><br/>Liz had a fertile imagination he suspected, with her somewhat showy outfit only being the tip of a much deeper iceberg, though she was anything but cold, so the analogy was a tepid one.<br/><br/>Nodding, Ayden replied to her,<br/><br/>"Anytime someone offers me a chance to win a million bucks I assume there are strings attached, and this place definitely seems to confirm that it won't be easy or routine.  Maybe a lot of these effects are menat to freak us out, see how we react," he shrugged lightly, not knowing what was planned for them.<br/><br/>"Japan and a chain of restaurants?  You could go in search of the ultimate sushi chef," he joked weakly as Liz's comments on the secrecy here made his mind wonder exactly what was expected of them and what might lie in store for their group.