"Emlyn, right?" Roland checked with the fey, "I'm sure my father understands, it was fairly short notice. Sad to say it appears that she was." Roland let the somber mood of the meeting hold for a moment. "We are actually heading out to the D'finn nest now to attend to another matter if you want to join us. Connor, please feel free to lead the way." Roland finished loudly with a half smile on his face, doing the best to lighten the spirits of the others. There were dark times ahead, and Roland knew everyone was going to need a little bit of light. Connor started to walk out of the building and Rose was just about to walk out from behind the counter when Roland realized something. "Wait!" The others froze, and Connor jumped, turning and pulling out a knife from his inner coat, where he had tucked the sheath away.
"I completely forgot, Kira and I came here because we were thirsty!" Roland exclaimed with a smile, "Can we get to-go drinks Rosie?" He asked with a huge innocent grin.

If looks could kill, then Roland would be dead on the floor in that moment. Rose's eyes narrowed to the point that she struggled to actually see everyone clearly, but she was too busy making a point to really care. "Oh, of course your highness," Rose half growled and half mumbled. She made her way back behind the counter, and started pulling out glasses for their drinks. "Of course I'd love to make you a drink, because god forbid you be thirsty while you drag me along on D'finn errands. What can I get you two?" Rose dramatically huffed in a sarcastic tone, with an exasperated look covering her visage. Rose knew that Roland would be able to pick up on the fact that though she was indeed frustrated, for the most part she was just being dramatic to make a point on how much she was against going to the D'finn nest.

"Why thank you milady." Roland said grinning, "Can I get a ginger ale with vanilla ice cream?" Roland asked with a smile. With out breaking in his outward smiling appearance he used his telepathy to silently ask, [i]What is up with you? I haven't seen you this out of it since that thing with the hula-hoops and the wild turkey in sophomore year.[/i]

Rose rolled her eyes at Roland, and dipped into a slight, sarcastic curtsy. "Well of course, Master." Rose muttered. She caught glance of the knife Connor was holding and gave him a vexed look. "Put that thing away before you hurt someone." Rose turned away from the group and started making Roland's drink. She turned away so that she could talk with Roland without having to worry about what her expression might tell the others. [i] You know very well know what is wrong with me, Roland Gethin. You're making me go to the D'finn nest- the one place I'm seriously not wanted. Don't tell me you haven't seen the way that Connor's uncle looks at me. I don't know why, but the man hates me. I'm not exactly keen on walking straight into a nest of vampires, in which the leader hates me. By the way, you promised you would never bring up the thing with the hula-hoop. Ever again.[/i] Rose turned, setting down the drinks on the counter in to-go cups. In the process of making Roland's drink, Rose had made herself a drink as well that she dosed with a packet of blood that she kept hidden away for emergencies. Unlike other vampires, Rose had never been able to enjoy the taste of blood, or the sensation of consuming it because it almost always ended up making her sick, but she added the blood regardless because there was no way in hell she was going to go into the D'finn nest as weak as she was now. Rose thought she had made the drink discreetly enough that no one would know about her secret ingredient, but then much to her own chagrin Rose realized that Connor would probably be able to smell the blood. Her cheeks instantly blushed a bright red.

Connor smelled the blood and instantly could tell where it was coming from but ignored it, choosing instead to slide his multi-metal knife, swirling with gold, silver, and iron, back into it's old worn leather sheath. It was a Vida family heirloom from the old days, when the bloodlines were all trying to kill one another, and it was a blade that had the blood of every family on it. The legends about the knife went hundreds of year back, and if they were to be believed, every bloodline, even the Vida themselves had suffered by it's blade, and the head of the Vida family passed it, and it's tales down to the future head, to preserve the family legacy.

Rose ignored the fact that she felt like crawling under a table and dying out of embarrassment, and instead turned her attention to Kira. She smiled lightly, though her cheeks were still a bright pink. "What can I get for you, Kira?" Rose questioned, while she pulled out a cup for Kira's drink.