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Now usually he couldn't car a bat's a** about monsters, but this one was currently rather large, and not to mention undressing piece by piece. It was at least worth the venture, and soon he slipped off his seat and out of sight. The tap-tap of his heels could be heard before the chair started to move.

"I've regularly attended dances, backyard bone-yard parties, and other social gatherings throughout my time. My parents also run separate businesses that make good social relations a must. I've also have many attendants back home, and went to private schools before this one." In short, he was used to being around people.

The creak-creak as it was shoved bit by bit before it was beside her seat, showing the imp pushing it. Puffing up his collar, he then puffed out of sight and in the chair, to be beside her, and smiled. A hand set itself on her own. "I'm also very good at providing company." He looked at her clothes. "Are you sure you are completely comfortable in that dress?" Maybe she wouldn't mind taking a tad more off. He rubbed her hand in his claws gently. "Tell me more about your time alone."

TG listed off quite a few things that sent Sura's eyes back into that questioning color, as though she'd never heard of any of those such things. However, she felt like she understood what it was he was saying. Lots of closeness, lots of socialization. And on that note of closeness, it seemed he liked the proximity.

Sura didn't mind it.

"It is...not as comfortable as I would like, no.." she confessed, making a face as she stripped off one of the shoulders completely, wrapping the fabric around her other hand with a thoughtful look on her face. Mostly the thought of 'what do I do with this when I am done?'. She'd figure out something. The inquiry into her alone time would get a very...uninteresting answer, however.

"It was quiet, as there were only us Colossus out there. I lived in a hollow near the edge of a beach with large stone paths above head that small animals could cross over, and an incline that in my true body I could not walk up. Dark and quiet. The siblings said that made my voice carry well, however." she tilted her head a bit. "That is how we communicated - loudly, across expanses of space. Sometimes one of us would have to pass on a message to another of us because of the distance.

Only the Mother-Father creature could speak to us all personally." She sounded jealous. "I never met the Mother-Father creature before I left either. Mother-Father simply said I needed to leave and learn of the world so that my siblings could be safe."

A sad sound rumbled in her chest.

"I confess that what you had sounds more interesting than my lands to the south."

'Cell Phone' got that same confused look coming over her face as though she'd never heard of one. Then again, most 'technology' of Amityville was lost on her. Computers, EyePods....trains..... the trains had made her nearly have a heart attack. Home was grass, rocks, and sand. Maybe a handful of crumbling buildings. She hadn't even lived in a building. She'd lived in a cave by her ocean shore where the sun sometimes shone through.

"Mother-Father creature had their reason." Sura understood it. She'd seen the remains herself - stone. Colorless. But still the shape littered her beach, larger than she was.

Hugs, however...were completely greek to her. "No. I have... not done much....umm.... 'touching'...? While I have been here?" she wasn't sure if touching was the right word, but it was the only one she could come up with. She'd launched some poor unfortunate souls off of her tail and played slingshot-catch with them, but beyond that, nearly nothing. "I am....destructive by force, so I have avoided it. So no hugs, no...." she motioned to the hand-holding going on with her hand, ears flicking between several positions, "this.....either...."

At least the ghoul seemed pretty nice. Amarus looked a bit like a wild animal being coaxed into a domestic environment: she was wary, but curious. The ghoul giggled when she called her muffin, so maybe it wasn't such a bad slip of the tongue after all. Amarus traced patterns on the tablecloth and hugged her knees to her chest. That was about when she remembered her score card, which apart from doodling on after the fact, she'd forgotten she even had it.

Amarus unfolded her legs from her chest, reached into her sash and drew her own card out. She set it down as well, tentatively, looking at Genora with a look like I'm putting it down too?

"Undead.." Amarus wondered, briefly, if they had souls, but she decided that given her massive failure last time, she wouldn't ask. Well, this ghoul seemed so nice... she probably wouldn't get to punch anyone in the face this round. Well, no one she knew. Maybe one of the students at the other table... Amarus cringed at the thought of picking a fight with a colossus.

She looked at Genora again as she was addressed. "A Lotus Eater. It's a ghost subspecies."

Amarus paused, and then... while she couldn't ask if Genora had a soul, she could ask: "Genora, if you're undead... do you have memories? Or are they gone?" Because she wondered if Genora was, or at least had been dead at one point... was it like Amarus, who was stuck dead? Or did they get to keep something of who they had been?

And then the gnome appeared. Was it the same one... Amarus stared at it, resisted the urge to punt it, and then laughed when she realized what it had just said. She resisted the urge to turn to Neil with a smug look. Nevertheless, she was a little confused about what had just transpired, and she looked at Genora very seriously. Well, not really, it was pretty much just her default expression, but her silvery eyes tended to make it difficult to read her. "I think he was talking about you? Go Genora," she said, holding a hand out for a fist-bump.

"Lotus Eater? I've never heard of that kind of ghost before. But all in all, that's pretty jack sweet!" Genora said with a wide smile. She listened as she was asked another question, but was unsure if had any memories of her life before. "Well, to be exact, I don't remember anything before I became an undead ghoul. You could say my 'past life' was erased, but I still retain my name and personality. I have more so feelings instead of memories. Like when I heard about there was a play during the invasion, The Cracker of Nuts, I was over whelmed with a feeling of wanting to jump onto a stage and recite a monologue from a play. So, to truly answer your question. My memories are gone, but not my feelings or personality." She explained, totally oblivious to the gnome that walked by. She nearly jumped out of her chair when it had spoke then ran off. She put a hand over her chest as she let out a sigh.

"That little bugger could of made my heart start beating again." she said then noticed Amarus was holding her hand for a fist-bump. She put her own hand out and did the same with a smile. "What kind of hobbies do you enjoy doing, Ama?" She asked as she took the stamp and stamped the other ghoul's card so she wouldn't forget before they would part ways.

"Therrreeee we go. Not to firm. Not to gentle. Just nnniiccceee and slow. Do make sure you let the boils press nicely to your chest. Even better if you bring their head down a bit." He pressed into her chest, and soon was confused.

This ghoul was not only rather firm, but wasn't really busty at all. LAME! "Hmm. You're pretty small."

"Yes. You're not as big as the other ghouls. Guess your sister's aren't much in that department either." He huffed, considering her body and deciding that she really wasn't worth hugging without any real plush to her.

"Are you still growing?" Maybe he could hope for some development later? He heard ghouls sometimes sprang like daisies overnight.

"Ah good. Let's hope you fill out then soon. Boils like their ghouls to be big. I'll measure you whenever you want though." She was still hugging him, and he decided to just sit in her lap instead, moving from his seat to her lap. "There. Much better." At least this ghoul was warm and liked to hug, but aside from that. Not much of a looker. The eyes kinda bugged him. Who wanted extra eyes on a ghoul? Now if he could suggest extras of anything...........