Mira raised an eyebrow at Xaiver. ”It was a joke… but yeah, if you can get me a rum and coke that’d be great thanks,” she said, just a hint of a smile on her lips. Glancing to Lee, she shrugged, finding a seat and plopping down in it immediately. ”Sounds good to me, I’m starving,” she grumbled, figuring she better make the most of their beasts trying to fatten them up before eating them themselves.
Everything was oddly, unnerving quiet for a moment until that girl… didn’t her name start with a V? Yeah. She asked how old the boys were. At least, she assumed the boys. She had no idea why she’d be interested in asking the girls. 17 said one, then the other one, Lee, who seemed the most talkative besides Alex said he was 22. ”I’m 18,” Mira said, picking up a fork and flicking her fingernails with the prongs in a bored fashion. Sighing she pouted a bit and looked to the boys in the rather comfy formal chair she was sitting in. ”So… what happens after lunch? I thought you guys were going to be big beasties who were going to eat us, but, well, it seems I was at least misled.” She looked to the other girls for confirmation, but didn’t wasn’t too much time looking for it before looking to the brothers again. ”So, what’s actually going on in this fancy little crib?” she asked, curious about the brothers lives.