While Bride attempted to pick up the cooler, Rosalyn went to the trunk of the car and popped it open. He stopped trying to control his super strength and simply let it flow through him. With the Battleblood strength it would have been impossible to lift the car, but his bags were no sweat. He had two duffel bags and a rolling suitcase. So he put one bag on each shoulder and just decided to roll the suitcase behind him. The next thing he heard Bride said genuinely shocked him. She couldn't even pick up the cooler? A look of sheer disappointed rage passed over Rosalyn's face for a split second. 

How was that even possible? Battleblood babies could lift more than that! But... Rosalyn had to remember, not everybody was born with strength like that. They were blessed with other talents. If Bride could make everything she cooked taste like flowers, then perhaps she had a gift with plants? Rosalyn had to calm himself down before showing his face to his new friend. After taking a deep breath, Rosalyn put a smile back on his face and closed the trunk of the car. "That's okay! I can carry that too." Rosalyn said with a smile that had the tiniest hints of being faked in it.

Rosalyn walked over to Bride, not showing any signs of struggle with the heavy bags. He lifted the cooler with one hand and set it on top of the rolling suitcase. He set down one of the duffel bags and reached inside the bust of his dress, he pulled out the piece of paper that had his dorm number on it. It wasn't like bras did him any good otherwise, and this dress didn't have any pockets. "Room 103 huh? Do you still want to help? You could hold open doors, that would be super helpful!" Rosalyn wasn't sure he could get through them with all the stuff he was carrying, without just kicking the doors of the frames that is.