Aliquam: La Mansión de Cervántes - LivingroomHe handed Amy a banana. A banana! She muttered what sounded like a thank you before Lucien took off. She's learned her experience that those things work wonders for hangovers. Only she was too tired to figure out how to properly hold the fruit, and thus couldn't even peel it open correctly. So she just dropped it to the ground and buried her face back into the arm rest. If Amy had noticed Lute was nearby, she would have made a conscious effort to chuck the fruit at him so he could open it for her, but she could barely keep her eyes open.
The approaching scent of bacon reawakened her senses again, causing her to pick her face back off the arm rest again, eyes still barely slit open. Her vision was soon clouded with yellow, as a plate of omelet was presented to her. She leaned on her side to eat, though that wasn't helping her headache in the least bit, and eventually she sat up. Still her eyes looked as if they were closed from how much she was squinting.
"So that masked phantom, whaddya think of him? I'll give him points for the fancy mask and speech, he seemed like a jolly guy."
"I think he's a bitch." Amy casually cut a piece and chewed on it slowly. At least she waited to swallow it all before speaking again. "Fuckin hate showoffs... he'll get what he's asking for." She leaned her head back as she swallowed her second bite. So damn good. "Hey - can someone get me some coffee?"
Aliquam: La Mansión de Cervántes - Back Porch"Wait, wait, floral training? What do you mean, trai--uwaaa!" A wave of water summoned from out of nowhere and drenched both of the girls. Trixie stared at Estelle in shock from how sudden that was, and with her mouth still gaping open she looked down to her cheesy toast. They were all wet and soon to be soggy now too, thanks to the one and only supersis. Buuut Trixie didn't care and continued to munch on her food happily, her grin even wider now that Estelle had joined their conversation. As payback, when Estelle drew closer to the prankster, she kicked her feet rapidly to send splashes flying in Estelle's direction.
Once the splash fights came to an end, Trixie looked back to Rose. Hot mama indeed. "Umm. I can't swim, and the last time I tried to ride a horsey, he tried to fling me off... man," she scratched the back of her head as her eyes trailed off back to the water, "I'm really not good at rich people stuff. Oh! But what did you mean by 'floral training'? Like training for flowery stuff...?" Her smile widened for a moment, before returning to a frown. "Lissa was really good with flowery stuff..."
Not long after Lute departed from the kitchen into the living room, Angel came strolling out from the hallway opposite the guest rooms, shirtless and with a towel hung around his neck and shoulders. He smiled upon seeing Dylan there (despite his agony), and smiled even more upon seeing Aria across from him. Damn, these guilders were something else. It was tiring to see the same haughty chicks on campus day in and day out. These girl guilders were definitely something else. Maybe he should be a guilder too...?
Oh shit, he was staring. Uh. "You guys have enough to eat? The chefs here love to cook, so don't worry about imposing or anything. Or... I could get something for you, so you don't have to get up?"
Dylan's face had slid back on the table with a loud moan. The aristocrat just laughed in response; he had never seen the matter artist so hungover before. "Rough night, buddy?" He patted Dylan on his shoulder.
