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Delphia seemed to ponder in though, the key word being 'seemingly', however. She was clearly distracted in other ways, observing the surrounding city street, this time attentive to several things far more macroscopic than a bug. Eventually however, she once more lost interest and returned to the concerns of her so-called guardians. A quick glance over the whole lot of them elicited altogether different words than 'guardianship'. Their colorfulness cemented their silliness in her eyes, though she was adept at hiding such emotions. She spoke up,

"I'd like to..." she trailed off, considering the two options money-bags offered, "a home cooked meal." Her eyes narrowed and she looked in between the gazes of the four present quite rapidly, as if scanning them for their own vague opinions or reactions. She crossed her arms and puffed out her chest like a spoiled child, expecting them to comply regardless of her apparent concern for differences in choice. "I don't like being outside, and Beringer's pockets look like they can afford a fancy home," for a split second it seemed as though she were smirking, "but we'll see if he is any good at cooking." Tapping her foot lightly, it became apparent that she was becoming impatient despite having [i]just[/i] made the decision.

"I hope you have a car or something, I don't like walking," she complained.