Buds

As Andy listened to him, she couldn't believe he didn't even really know what the time of the month was. She cleared her throat, getting ready to give him a woman anatomy lesson, but she decided against it. She didn't wanna creep him out if he was queasy about blood like she was. She still didn't get how he could live with three women and not know about it though. She assumed he must still have more childish innocence than she thought.

She was a bit confused as he explained to her about Luca. She could tell by Luca's flirty look that he kinda had a thing for her, but she didn't think he was that into her. And she didn't really know how Roscoe knew Luca was that into her either, but she accepted what he said as truth. As she thought about Luca's flirty expression again, her face started to turn pink again but she hid it from Roscoe. She didn't want Roscoe to know she might be over the moon for Luca too. She absolutely could not let Roscoe speak to Luca about it though and mess up any potential romance with Luca that she might have. She hastily spoke up "No! I mean, uh, no thank you. It doesn't bother me, I'm sure he means no harm by it."

Andy was not at all embarrassed about the kiss. Her giddiness was getting ahold of her, driving out any embarrassment or pride that she might have. Besides, as soon as she saw the food she was too occupied with that to be embarrassed. She looked at the food closely "What is it all called?" She poked at it a little while she waited for Roscoe's reply.

(Bleh not the best. My heart wasn't in it because I'm hungry.)

"Well, Roscoe, as you may know, women have babies. Not men." She shook her head for emphasis "Just women. And when a woman is pregnant, the baby goes in here." She patted her stomach to show him "And the baby goes inside a thing called.... well, we will call it the baby pouch. And the baby pouch has a special lining to make it nice and fluffy for the baby, like a pillow. But when a woman isn't pregnant, there's no need for the fluffiness, so it comes out. And it can make a woman moody. So, that's your time of the month lesson. Now you know what I had been talking about." She smiled at him

She smiled at his willingness to help her by speaking to Luca "Thank you, Roscoe, I appreciate that. But I wouldn't want to hurt Luca's feelings. He can't help what he feels for me. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I knew I was the cause of his feelings being hurt. So please, don't tell him anything. I couldn't take it." She figured that would be good enough to make sure Roscoe didn't mess up anything for her between her and Luca.

Andy listened closely as he told her about the desserts "That's very interesting. We don't have anything like this in America, or at least I've never seen or heard about anything like it." Andy always did have a bit of a sweet tooth, so she greatly enjoyed the desserts. She didn't really have a favorite out of them, they were all equally delicious to her. When she was done, she licked her fingers and set the plate aside.

She nodded at his question "Yup, pretty much. It's not pretty." At his stare, she just pretty much stared back at him like this:

She just nodded as he spoke. This conversation was starting to make her feel a little awkward. She decided not to say anything, hopefully closing the conversation.

Andy handed him her plate with another hiccup. The sweet food had made her thirsty. Her mouth was dry and sticky. And a drink might help her hiccuping "Um, Roscoe, can I have something to drink? I'm really thirsty."

(Short and simple to get to the buzzing lol.)

Andy watched him bring the wine and smiled at him "Thanks, Roscoe. It'll be nicer to talk to you when my throat isn't so dry." She scooted off the bed onto the floor, sitting next to the drink. She stretched her long legs out in front of her and leaned back against his bed. She reached behind her and took ahold of all her long thick hair, shaking out the curls into a looser, messier style that was more comfortable than worrying about it staying back just right. She let go off her hair when she was done with it, letting it fall over her shoulders and chest, and picked up her drink, sipping it some before she set it back down again. She gave a satisfied sigh and laid her head back against the bed, looking up at the ceiling "So much better. Thanks again, Roscoe. You know, you're gonna spoil me, serving me like a princess all the time." She lifted her head to look at him and grinned playfully. She picked up her glass again to take another sip. With her glass balanced on her lap between her hands, she put her head back in its resting position on the bed and she started to think. Maybe this alcohol stuff wasn't so bad after all. She could actually get used to having these sorts of drinks. She smirked as she thought about what her mother would think if she saw Andy like this, drinking at such a young age. She'd give her mother a heartattack, most likely. As she looked up at the ceiling and relaxed, her breathing softened and slowed. Whatever giddiness she might have had was starting to leave her now. She looked quite peaceful and serene now.

Andy felt tired, even though she physically hadn't done much. It must have been just the excitement from traveling and meeting new people that exhausted her. Mentally, she felt as if she had just run a marathon. She was happy just to relax with Roscoe, not worrying about impressing anyone. She knew Roscoe liked her just for how she normally was and she was glad to have a friend that was so accepting.

Thinking about Roscoe reminded her why she was here, and she lifted her head to look at him again "Roscoe, would you like to show me your writing now? It does seem like a nice time to do it now. Of course, if you still feel comfortable enough to show it to me?" She smiled again at him, almost shyly, the slight definition of dimples appearing on her cheeks. She knew that a writer's work could be very personal, and she didn't want to rush him into anything. She pulled the thick strands of hair falling around her face back over her head to make it more comfortable and also so she could watch him better. Still with a slight gentle smile on her face, she continued "But if you don't feel like it now, I'm certainly game to look at it whenever you feel like it."

Andy got up from the floor stiffly, the hardwood making her bottom a little sore. She still felt somewhat dizzy as she stood. She carefully bent down and picked up her glass, making sure not to topple over. She followed him into the corner and watched him get the ladder, wondering what he was going to do with it. However, she watched him prop it against the wall and then she understood. She grinned slightly, thinking how cool it was that he had a sort of secret room above the ceiling. She climbed the ladder carefully after him, taking it slow to make sure she didn't fall or spill anything. When she got into the room, she stood still for a moment. Her eyes moved across the room, taking in the desk and water cooler and everything else "Is there where you write? It's so cool!" She grinned even bigger and she kept looking around.

"I would have loved to have had a room like this back home, especially when I was little. I could have made the entrance really concealed and secretive." She had always loved secret places when she was small. She would always go around the house looking for places to hide treasures, such as behind the fridge or under the mattress. When she was a little older, she would make forts outside where she would just sit for periods of time, thinking and listening to the birds. She could have done so much with a room like this. She thought Roscoe was very lucky to have this place.

Andy watched him get the folder from the cabinet and set it on the table. She came up next to him and looked down at the cover curiously. After a minute she asked "So it's about a queen? The title sounds intriguing. "

"Catarina..." Andromeda repeated and smiled "That's an excellent name for a queen. May I have a look?" She motioned to the book. Roscoe would have to translate it to her, but she wanted to look over the pages anyway, even if she couldn't read it on her own.

"Alright." Andy smiled and turned the first page with her dainty fingers. "I didn't know you could draw too," she mused as she flipped through the pages, looking at the various drawings. The gore didn't bother her at all; she was used to it from reading gory comics. In some ways, because of the pictures, this felt like reading a comic to Andy.

Andy didn't say if she liked it. Her expression remained neutral as she went through the pages. At the part of the beheading, she merely remarked, "Gruesome. But interesting." Her expression didn't change, and she continued through the pages.