<div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br/>Rose preferred the calloused and rough hands to the soft smooth hands of the "heartthrobs." Therefore, she didn't mind Harold's skin. She listened to his tale with interest, although she did tense a bit when he said he called a girl a bitch. That didn't settle too well with her, but she didn't know both sides. At his reasoning, though, she looked up with kind eyes.<br/><br/>"She probably just assumed. See, the reason we're all here is because one of our parents is a god, and the other one is mortal. I don't know who your god parent is, but if you're in the camp, you have to be half divine. I'm not trying to insinuate that your parents don't love each other, but it might have been something that happened briefly before you were born. I don't know your story, but just be open to the fact that sometimes our parents tell us things to protect us and keep us happy. Undoubtedly that's why you don't know why you're here. Many kids here aren't lucky enough to have two loving parents raise them, so be glad of that. And there's always more to a story than usually is given credit for, so it might not have been either of your parents being 'unfaithful,' but just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm sure you'll find out the truth, just be prepared to re-think some things...and try not to call people names around here, as you don't know what might happen."<br/><br/>She said this all kindly, and never talked down to him...but she hoped she could make him see. It was probably Ares' cabin that he got in a fight with, but she was sure the camp would help him prepare. At his return to talking about the two of them, she smiled and shivered at his words.<br/><br/>"Oh? And what way would that be?"<br/><br/>If this went any further, they'd have to find a more suitable place...but for now, it was just heavy flirting.