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With a semi crooked smile and her eyes off to a corner of the world, she thought of her own family, a result of listening to Arianda. There wasn’t much she could say that was good or nice. But at the same time it would be unfair to say they had been all evil either. It wasn’t the part of her that found fondness in darkness talking though, it was the real Sofia. Still, she had to say something. She owed it to her friend.”My family was always around growing up; no way not to,”
said Sofia in a manner that was looked as if she was fond and dismissive of the experience all the same.”They didn’t want a girl: shame, bloodline and all that. When I showed some talent, all their efforts went into training and educating me into someone that could take their name even further. I have not seen them since I became of age, but I know they’re still out there watching ominously.”
As to more subtle and satisfying matters, the Quincy showed a very clear look of surprise when she heard about the chocolate. It wasn’t that uncommon so why exactly was she shocked? She had to attribute it to the fact that she knew so little about her friend, that finding out anything at all was surprising but welcomed. If she thought about it, most of the things Sofia liked where the things she had the least. Mostly they were things that were bad for your health, though it made the more than infrequent indulgences all the more worth looking forward to.”I love fried fish, fried chicken, french fries. It's not all fried food though, I swear!
She added before started to laugh, and even snort momentarily amid a blush.”I also love sweet fruit smoothies,”
she mentioned as she counted with her fingers the items, starting with her left index.”French toast, sausage, eggs, steak, golden oven cooked potatoes, and a lot more.”
More importantly, just as she finished listing the items her stomach made an audible rumble that could likely be heard by the Demon. Still, the Quincy did her best to try and ignore that it even happened. Turns out she had actually accidentally ignored, till now, just how smooth, how content, and how well the conversation had gone. In a way it reminded her of the way her and her old friend Toshiko used to talk when they were younger; but that was all gone. Sofia was moving too quickly and doing things her old friend disapproved. Toshiko had gotten married and their friendship seemed to have ended there, with neither budging and Sofia assuming her status largely as forgotten. Shaking off the semi gloomy moment, she returned to the question at hand.”I call her Sophie,”
said the Quincy trying and failing to contain a giggle, for some reason.”I suppose I could call her over at any time, but I feel like it may be better once our conversation dulls beyond a point of repair.”