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"That only takes summa th'fun outta it, I s'pose," Lark rolled her eyes at him, skittering to a stop when there came a voice from the shadows.

Roch was subsequently given a punch to the side, though Lark's smile and immediate blush likely softened the blow.

"G'day, Vegas," she chortled, squinting her eyes as she tried to get a better look at the older man. "Swear t'Jack I'mma sock yer grandson right in 'is pretty nose, he keeps gammin' on about m'looks."

"Easier said 'n done," Lark muttered softly in response to Vegas, shrugging her shoulders. She opened her mouth to speak again, but was interrupted by the sight of the patchwork who entered the room.

Never let it be said that Roch didn't have a colorful family.

Beaming at the woman, Lark gave her a jaunty wave.

"G'day, Monica. Pleasure t'meet ya - and no, he ain't behavin', but s'fair guess that he never does, too right."

Her eyes darted down to Monica's shoes.

"Those hard t'walk in? I ain't never seen shoes that high b'fore. I usually wear me boots."

Lark grinned.

Lark was all smiles as Roch tugged her back towards the stairs. A bright, "Nice t'meetcha!" was called over her shoulder as she struggled to bite back the laugh that bubbled up.

"Almost fergot y'owed me lunch," she chirped once they were alone, grinning at the boil next to her. "They seem like nice folk, Roch. Yer lucky to have a big fam'ly. Sometimes wish I did."

Clicking her tongue, she broke away long enough to loop her arm through his.

"Why're they so eager t'see y'get over yer ex? Somethin' like that ain't always easy, y'know?"

The sunny expression on Lark's face faded when Roch started talking about his ex, and she remained silent until he'd finished talking, meeting his eyes when he glanced down at her and giving a gentle squeeze of his arm as if to reassure him that she was listening and that he wasn't alone, not at all.

"Y'gotta jest keep on truckin'," Lark began when he fell silent. It was odd, really, because she'd done something similar to Kettil - not ditched him, really - but mindlessly ran from him when things moved too fast, too serious.

"N'don't be afraid, neither. We're young, yeah? Gonna make mistakes, gonna pick ourselves up and we're gonna keep on goin', too. Y'know? Yer right. No sense in dwellin' on the pain. Though, ain't no sense in stayin' angry over it, neither. Maybe one day when it don't hurt so bad, y'can talk t'her if y'ain't already."

She lifted her thin shoulders in a shrug before offering the other reaper a smile.

"Least y'got good family. Good friends, too."

Lark laughed at his shameless smile, slumping back into the seat he offered before removing her hat so that she could toss it on the table.

"I can't even think'a jackin' datin' again. I gotta focus on my schoolin' - I'm so jackdamned behind on ev'rythin', it's bloody awful."

Lark took a moment to peer through the window of the little diner, lips pursed.

"Order whatev'r y'want fer me. Ain't picky, and I ain't never been here b'fore, neither."

Leaning back in her chair, Lark watched Roch with narrowed eyes.

"I guess if I was gonna start datin' again, though, I think that there ain't no reason to get all serious. Like I said, we're still young. Got a lot of growin' up t'do. Ain't in any rush."

That wicked grin of his had a blush blooming pink across her cheeks, and she pressed her fingers against her face before giving him a look. It was one that said you're embarassing me mingled with a little bit if but I think I like it.

"Yer a naughty boil," Lark finally giggled after the waitress had left. She felt renewed, especially after recent talks with Kettil, and maybe even a bit bolder than she'd felt before. It was fun, and refreshing, and nice, more than anything.

"Gonna get me in a heap'a trouble, I can see that already, Roch." Lark chuckled and set her hat aside. "What we gonna need th'water for, then?"

Lark immediately loaded up her fork with a heaping biteful, a cocky gleam in her eyes. The instant she drew the fork up to her lips she knew she might probably most likely regret her next move - her lips got to burning the instant she closed her mouth around the fork.

She chewed like a soldier, eyes watering and her face turning red. Lark even swallowed - she'd never eaten anything so spicy before, and she could feel her eyes watering.

"Jackin' balls," the ghoul exclaimed on a choked gasp, reaching for the water that she promptly guzzled down.

"S'hot!"

After drinking copious amounts of water and assuring herself that there were no more tears running down her cheeks, Lark hesitantly took another bite. The heat was much more manageable after her tastebuds had been burned off, and Lark chewed cautiously before following it up with another gulp of water.

She was silent for a time as she chewed on her lip, watching Roch eat for a moment before finally speaking.

"Y'know, sometimes things don't work out. I think that me n' Ket, we're better best mates than we'da been if we was datin'. I ain't got no hard feelin's for him. Deserves t'be happy jest like you, jest like me. Like I said, ain't in no rush t' settle down. I wanna live life, y'know? I wanna get in trouble," she gave him an impish smile, "and try hot food that burns off m'tastebuds. I wanna ride fast on a motorcycle, n' mebbe I even wanna try skinnydippin'."

She laughed.

"M'tired'a not bein' enough for everyone else. So."

Lark loaded up another monstrous bite of food, lifting her fork as a salute to Roch.

"I'mma be enough fer me. S'what I'ma do."