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"I have a lot of help," she said vaguely, "They're 5 now, so it is a little easier than when I first got them. My father helps, and their other siblings. We're looking for a nanny for them, but I don't want full time childcare for them; I want them to know their family." she considered his next questions seriously, then sighed. "I know how to protect my face, and I know how to run. Just like I know I could just.... not go out and get mugged at all." both a pun and a cover-- she thought herself very amusing.

Torin walked away, and she stared at the case for a few more moments, compiling her thoughts, and considering her sweet tooth. No; one of everything still sounded like a good idea. Rising, she followed him to the counter, listening with interest. "I'll have to try it," she said with a grin, and looked to the woman taking his order.

"His is with mine. And I'll have the cocoa, three kitty marshmallows, and wrap up one of everything in the case to go for me?" Reaching into her coat pocket, she pulled out her credit card and slid the black and gold object over to the woman. "Thanks." Wolf- Torin- was looking around the cafe, and she signed the pay slip quickly, taking her drink and a promise they would bring the rest of her purchase to the table once wrapped.

The marshmallows were super cute, and her laugh as she looked the cats over was rich with delight. "Definitely look adorable. Thanks for showing me this place. I've been needing a good bakery." Then again, she also needed a chef, so maybe she'd have to see who else he knew. Lifting one of the kittens- the blue one, first, she dipped it into the cocoa and spun it through the liquid, watching it begin to melt.

"So, where do you normally... practice? Is there a gym you go to?"

So Torin was one of those people. "Some people," she sighed, teasing, "Just want to watch the marshmallows melt. I thought everyone knew you only let them get soggy, and then-" kitty up, kitty inserted between teeth, kitty decapitated. "You put them out of their delicious misery bit by bit. You don't let the whole thing melt." her indignant reaction was facetious to the extreme, but avoidance was a cornerstone of who she was, as Jada.

His lack of memory was a bit disappointing, but she waved it off with a decapitated kitmallow. It wasn't like a good portion of such memories may be of use.

"You cook?" her ears perked up a bit at that. "I can burn water, but I had some friends who were really good cooks. It's a really useful hobby. Classes, or just at home to relax?" leaning back in her seat, she stretched out her legs, then lifted her arms above her head, popping her back side-to-side. "I remember your friend," she said after a moment, referring to the knight-youma. "He was a b***h and a half to try and fight."

Taking a sip of the cocoa, she made a happy noise, letting the scalding liquid roll around on her tongue. "I didn't know the knights had a coliseum. That sounds mighty handy. If we train, is that where we'd go, or do you have someplace else in mind?"

It seemed like they had several opinions that were different. Jada watched Torin dubiously across the table, trying not to look too heartbroken to see him wasting the glory that was marshmallow. After all, to him, he was doing it properly. (Whoever had taught him such blasphemy was clearly to blame.) She pondered how mannerly she would choose to be for a moment, before settling her elbow on the table, propping her chin on it, staring into her drink.

She really liked food. It made it very hard for her to keep her figure, but if she wanted to maintain her lifestyle without digging into her inheritance too much, she needed more money than just her investment dividends. But now, she would be able to shuffle some of her priorities. She'd be able to put a little weight back on, maybe learn to cook for herself in that big old kitchen, instead of hiring a chef to do it for them. Wouldn't that be a sight- her, in the kitchen? Pfff.

But it was good that people found it relaxing. Her hobbies... s**t. She ran. She hadn't picked up a book in forever, all her parties were for work. What time she wasn't on the road, she was in the office with her father, or doing something with Giulia and Aidan. So.... running, and going to Scylla.

Seriously, she needed to pick up a hobby.

Her ears perked up at the mention of Gawain, and her musings about food were quickly cast aside. "Did you name him, or do they name themselves?" she inquired curiously. "The story of Gawain and the Green Knight was always one of my favorite Arthurian legends." If they picked their names themselves, it would be.... interesting. If they didn't, that meant that Torin might have something more in common with her than just a love for cocoa. Her lips quirked at his next comment about knights. "Not all knights fought. Some just danced, and pretended to be chivalrous."

She thought for a moment, considering. If he couldn't go there.... there was one place they could go. "We could always practice.... at my place," she said cautiously, and hoped he picked up that she didn't actually mean at her house. Though, they did still have the gym, but.... she wasn't sure he would want to train there, if he ever found out what it had been used for. "I can go once a week, and while I normally go and... wander? There are places we could train."

"I'm sorry you lost him," Jada said after a moment of uncertainty. She was sorry he had lost a .... thing... he had come to consider a friend, even if she was not sorry that she wouldn't have to fight the knight again. It had, however, been a very effective partner, and she could understand how it felt to lose a partner. "He cared about you?" there was no disguising the surprise in her voice; she had always thought.... "I always thought they were more like... animals." her brow furrowed. "but then I usually only dealt with the ones attacking people on the streets, not personal companions."

Another marshmallow went to its death, and Jada idly decapitated another kitty. It was nice having him around. Wishful thinking translated it to it being nice to have a partner. A companion- someone to, perhaps, make the lonely patrols a little easier, and safer. But then, perhaps that was just her, projecting her own thoughts onto his words.

She missed having a court, someone to patrol with, a battle-buddy. Having someone at her back made her feel safer, gave her focus- they would watch her back, and she would get them home alive. It had been a heavy burden, but she hadn't... failed.

The fact that Torin missed her suggestion didn't escape her, and she smiled. "Oh, we can," she assured him. "I primarily meant my place up North." Jada's clarification was punctuated by slowly pointing at the ceiling. "Though you are welcome to come to my house. We.... probably have enough room. You can come over and look it over and tell me."

That had been information she did not know, and Jada looked at Torin with bright-eyed interest. "People can become youma?" it... sounded unappealing, but there were villages? An entire society...? "And a bar," she laughed softly, blowing on her tea. "What do they drink? I mean, you make it sound like a whole other, thriving world." she paused, considering. "So why do they need ours? I assume that's why they've come, anyways. Are we... resources?" her brow furrowed, and she wasn't aggressive in her questioning.

She just didn't understand what they wanted. Why chaos had killed all of them, why it hounded them now, why it chose this war.

He looked at the ceiling, then back at her. She let her head fall on her hand. "Scylla," she hissed quietly. "I can take you to the planet, like we'd talked about... before." he might not remember, but she'd not forgotten.

It is a world.

That was it.

Torin really was quite talkative, wasn't he. Jada let her disappointment show for a moment- she loved such minutiae, and she was really genuinely interested in getting to understand more about the enemy. Or... whatever Chaos really was when they all seemed to want the same thing.

"Yes," she said at last, watching his thinned lips. Torin didn't seem taken by the idea, and she supposed she could understand why. Any number of things could go wrong, she presumed, but... others had done it and survived. They'd been to the moon? "We were going to go before, we'd talked about it while you were still..." her brow furrowed, and she looked away. "You might not remember. It was a long time ago."

Have you taken people there before? "Nope," she told him cheerfully, "But I know plenty of people who have gone and taken company. I typically visit by myself, with things like blankets and supplies and snacks. In case something goes... terribly wrong, I thought maybe...." having someplace to hide, to make sure her starseed... She swallowed, not sharing anymore of that train of thought.

But maybe was still a possibility. "You could...come and look at my house?" she reiterated at last. "Maybe you and someone you trust could come over for dinner, poke around the place? Its been a long time since I had company." She just wanted to keep him away from the gym. All symbols and hints of the Blood Moon were long gone, but having him in a room where people had trained to hurt him...

Felt like a betrayal of a burgeoning possibility of friendship.

"Oh!" her cheeks flushed, and she flustered in mild embarrassment. "No, I- we don't have entities. We are the entities. I- I get memories. Of my past life. And they come to me randomly, not always making sense. Usually not."

She played with her marshmallow, cheeks still burning. "I didn't mean to compare you to a bag of chips," she apologized, perhaps misunderstanding his concerns. "It's just... all I've taken. I haven't really wanted to take much company until it looked a little less like a desolate wasteland. There's actual water now, and I've cleaned up some, and..."

Her hands fluttered before falling silent, into her lap, playing with her kitten marshmallow. "I know it works," she said after a moment, somewhat helplessly. "I mean, we went to the moon, and other people used to go, and..."

He didn't seem much interested in her attempt to invite him over, so she didn't bring it up again, instead dipping the kitten in the cocoa again, silently.