Welcome to Gaia! ::

"It's right there." Thali pointed to a small, and slightly elven looking restaurant. "My friend owns it--" They pulled into the drive way, and Thali took Vate's hand. "Come on, I'll show you!" She said, dragging him out of the car.

Once inside, a cheerful fae greeted them. "Princess! Is it time for my class already?" Risa asked. When Thali shook her head, the fae seemed to notice Vate. "What's he doing here?" She demanded, with a frown. "No one who's hurt the princess is allowed here..."

Thali frowned at her friend. "He's okay now." She promised the fae. Risa sighed, and only shook her head.

Finally, she nodded at Thali. "Fine." She said. She walked them to a table set for two, as if it were a romantic date of some kind. "If you need anything, just call." She muttered to Thali. Then she looked to Vate. "You hurt her, and I will not hesitate to kick you out." She said.

-I dunno, Matth'd get awfully upset~ Scary vampire fae!-

Thali didn't seem to catch Vate's sarcasum at all, or if she did, she ignored it. "I thought you'd like it. It's a bit like home." She said, looking around. "And Risa's the greatest cook there ever was." She said. "Even if she doesn't like you." She sighed.

"You know how fae are. They hold grudges. I told her when you left, and she vowed to take revenge--she's a seelie, so she can't harm you." The elf shrugged. "She'll just make fun of you."

"Sure he will." Ben muttered, before walking back into the classroom. He sat down at his desk, and began to teach. He wasn't really a boring teacher--he actually knew what he was talking about. His teaching style was different than Thali's--he didn't give the students a choice on what they were going to learn. And he was less energetic. Much less.

Ben stood up and walked over to Stasia's desk. "I never knew you were an artist." He muttered, sarcastically. "Oh well. As long as you behave in Thali's class--which, I promise you, is far more boring than mine is."

Kat pouted at Adrian's reaction. "Awww, c'mon!" she half-whined, half-begged. "You thought the fries would be gross and they weren't, just trust me!" Giving him the biggest sad-puppy look she could muster, she held a chip right under his nose.

Gavin's stomach gave another unhappy roar and he immediately grabbed it with both hands. "Hush, you! I'm trying to find food!" he chided the organ, a petulant frown set on his face. He glanced towards the parking lot, eying his bright red motorcycle. In theory, he could offer Livvy a ride and let her use his helmet, but she didn't seem the thrill-seeking type, so he opted to walk instead.

"Go for it, Ben-Ben." Stasia said, smiling. Her tone was light....though it still held an edge of a challenge to it. She doubted he had the gall to carry through with that, so she proceeded to call him a smelly, rotten fishhead in Russian.