Nox-Fleuret. The family name, the one that had been proudly brandished across the rebellion and now it just left a bit of a sour taste in her mouth. Though it was just a name it was her fathers name, she couldn’t remember what her mothers last name was else she would have asked by now to be called it. I guess it doesn’t really matter? To Iris however it did, finding herself getting wrapped up just about her last name, she didn’t even bite back at the tease that Miles had said on kicking her to the curb around paying him back. Already he knew she was the type to pay people back, finding it hard to except kindness without some form of repayment. Caspian knew this about her also, but she didn’t have the heart to fight back on the matter.
Smiling at Cas at the mention of Jacob and how he had sent her to the hospital she nodded, “Probably because of you and I don’t think it’s anything to with authority. I think he believes in you like I do.” As much as she knew they had to be careful she still wanted him to know that she believed in him, hopefully he also took it as a she still cared for him. Maybe he would read into it more, she hoped he would because it hurt not being able to tell him her feelings for him and ask if they were okay.
Turning her gaze to Miles as Cas stated it was his home and what did he think she shook her head grimacing, “I don’t like your ideas. Especially when it comes to drinking.” Although it had been fun, she wasn’t a huge fan of drinking, or anything else for that matter when he mentioned his stash. Wrinkling her own nose, she shook her head agreeing with Cas on the idea that more alcohol was not the way to go with this.
“Food however sounds great; I’ve regained my appetite and let’s just say the food here is amazing. It's certainly been a treat.” Perking up at the idea of food, at the start she had been a bit cautious still feeling sorry for herself but she had soon warmed up to the idea of eating and now it was always exciting to experience the new foods that she could taste. It was the same when she had stayed with Cas, they always had such fancy food that she had never tried before and it now felt strange thinking on the slops they used to eat back in the districts.
“Whatever we have will certainly be better than anything I could ever cook myself.” Grimacing as she thought on the stale bread, she had offered Cas back when he was locked in her basement. Not that was something she had cooked because there wasn’t much food available to cook for him at the time because whatever money her family had was always spent on alcohol to appease her father. “I’ll be honest, I’m not that great when it comes to food. I’ve not really had much choice before, so I am happy to let you guys pick. I’m sure it will be amazing whatever you choose.”
Smiling at Cas at the mention of Jacob and how he had sent her to the hospital she nodded, “Probably because of you and I don’t think it’s anything to with authority. I think he believes in you like I do.” As much as she knew they had to be careful she still wanted him to know that she believed in him, hopefully he also took it as a she still cared for him. Maybe he would read into it more, she hoped he would because it hurt not being able to tell him her feelings for him and ask if they were okay.
Turning her gaze to Miles as Cas stated it was his home and what did he think she shook her head grimacing, “I don’t like your ideas. Especially when it comes to drinking.” Although it had been fun, she wasn’t a huge fan of drinking, or anything else for that matter when he mentioned his stash. Wrinkling her own nose, she shook her head agreeing with Cas on the idea that more alcohol was not the way to go with this.
“Food however sounds great; I’ve regained my appetite and let’s just say the food here is amazing. It's certainly been a treat.” Perking up at the idea of food, at the start she had been a bit cautious still feeling sorry for herself but she had soon warmed up to the idea of eating and now it was always exciting to experience the new foods that she could taste. It was the same when she had stayed with Cas, they always had such fancy food that she had never tried before and it now felt strange thinking on the slops they used to eat back in the districts.
“Whatever we have will certainly be better than anything I could ever cook myself.” Grimacing as she thought on the stale bread, she had offered Cas back when he was locked in her basement. Not that was something she had cooked because there wasn’t much food available to cook for him at the time because whatever money her family had was always spent on alcohol to appease her father. “I’ll be honest, I’m not that great when it comes to food. I’ve not really had much choice before, so I am happy to let you guys pick. I’m sure it will be amazing whatever you choose.”