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Grete squinted her eyes, and stared at the ground, deep in thought. Where could Iosif room? In fact...where were the other guys rooming?

"Hmm. Well, I know that Charlot is sleeping on Ankita's couch," Grete stated, "Though, I'm not entirely positive where Hadrian is staying. I'm not exactly sure where the men's trailer is."

With a smirk, she quickly added, "I've never had the reason to go over there repeatedly. I have seen it a couple times, though. Maybe it's close by the girl's trailers."

She tried to remember what the trailers by it were. Maybe it was by the picnic tables?

"So, wait, Iosif...If you haven't had a trailer to sleep in, where have you been sleeping?"

"Charlot's sleeping on Ankita's couch?" asked Lucrezia, who had somehow missed that memo . Oh well, best not make a big deal of it now. Which did leave the question of who Hadrian was rooming with up for grabs.

"You slept under a tree?" she asked Iosif, spotting the sheet flapping in the wind. "Well," she laughed, "It's probably more comfortable than the storage trailer where I spent my first night here."

Iosif's face lit up in milliseconds. Smile widening to the point where it seemed on the verge of breaking his face, Iosif suddenly seized Grete's dainty hand in his, shaking her arm vigorously up and down in an attempt to show gratitude like a normal person. Well, the exuberance was clearly well intended; it wasn't long before Grete found herself crushed against the man in a bearlike embrace, as if he were trying to choke her as opposed to thank her.

Grete had no idea what she had just gotten herself in to.

"This is true?" he said, steadily squeezing the air out of Grete's lungs, "This is true you let me stay? Oh, is very nice of you! I am very good guest, I am not making very much noise, not making very much mess!" With that established, Iosif finally dropped Grete, allowing the Medium to breathe once more. Iosif seemed absolutely delighted however, and probably didn't even realize that he'd nearly killed his benefactor. Turning his brilliant grin upon Lucrezia, he reached a hand out to muss Grete's hair and winked brightly at Lu. "This way, we can drink with no bothering Lucy, eh? Is like party! For maybe two."

Better than a party for one, which was what Iosif had grown accustomed to.

Grete coughed as soon as she was released from Iosif's hug. She looked a bit shocked, and she coughed once more. What had she just agreed to? She ran a hand through her hair, to smooth it back out, and gave a final cough before returning to the conversation.

"So, yes," She said to Iosif, slightly afraid that he might give her another death-hug, "You can stay as long as you want. I mean, you can stay there all the time, if you don't like the big rooming trailer. Just...whatever suits your fancy."

She then smiled at Lucrezia. How she was able to room in the storage trailer, Grete had no idea.


"I suppose rooming with lions would be a particularly difficult task. I guess the storage trailer is better than that - but not by much."

Glancing over at the tree in the distance where Iosif had his things, Grete pointed at them.

"You should probably get those. When you're ready, I can show you where my trailer is, too."

"I was only for a night," shrugged Lucrezia. A very long, sleepless night, if she remembered correctly. "I room with Wing Ting and Marien, er, Maxem now."

Having no real interest in following Grete and Iosif back to the trailer, she waved and flashed a sheepish smile. "Well, I'll see you two around, I guess. I need to go find another way to get these things out of my hair."

She nodded and waved at Iosif's distant returning form before turning and striding off, still fiddling with her hair and cursing at her lack of judgement.