Rosalyn felt a little sorry for Bride, as someone who had been born with a strong body due to his clan, he couldn't imagine not being able to do some of the things he did. And to not even be able to enjoy sweets... It was awful. What Bride said next made him guess that the girl had a sensitive stomach. Rosalyn could easily make some tasty sweets that were far less rich than brownies. Bride would still be able to enjoy sweets with him around, he vowed to make sure of it.

He glanced over at the Yankee club and saw that the creep from earlier was over there too, and he seemed to be sheathing his sword. His eyes narrowed into what appeared to be a death glare that didn't seem possible coming from somebody so cute. But as he saw that there wasn't any blood, he had no choice but to soften his gaze and turn his attention back to Bride, who was apologizing for not eating much. "Oh its fine!" Rosalyn said, back his normal cheery self. "I'd rather you not each much than make yourself sick!"

Rosalyn would loved to spend the entire day with Bride, he had to get settled into his room and meet his roommate. He wanted to be unpacked before going to bed that night. "I hate to do this when we're having so much fun together, but I need to get all my bags up to my room so that this guy can leave." He said, pointing at the lower ranked clan member, who muttered a please and turned the page of his book.